Regret. To feel sorrow or remorse for. A feeling that has never reared it's horrific head into my happy life. Until lately. This summer, regret has built in my life like a dripping faucet that builds enough to fill an entire tub.

I've never understood regret. It's never made sense. The past is in the past. There is no changing it, only learning from it and moving forward. But once it seeps in, it's hard to make it stop. The "what if's" just keep flowing. You can't help but think about it.

I have a peace. I know it will be ok. It's just hard not to wonder how things could be different.

Will I have another chance? Will I be able to fix it?

...I guess these questions keep life interesting.