Regret my lack of effort
Story of my life unfortunately.

Predicted O-levels 9, actual passes 5. A-levels 3, actual none. Kicked
off apprenticeship for failing exams because I didn't study. Failed to get into military unit of choice after not being fit enough (read "not trying hard enough"). To be honest I can live with all of that, I've had a blast,
slacking my way to the middle and most of the time not being caught out, but there was one instance where I regret not trying harder and her name was Natasha.

We were too young, too jealous, too selfish, too volatile and probably too in love. We saw each other for four four years and it was a torrid and tempestuous time for both of us. When it finished, we both had our share of scars. But to this day I regret that I didn't make more effort, to try harder, every day, to make our relationship work.

When it finally did end it was not pleasant and we ended up never seeing each other again, at least not until a few weeks ago. 16 years and not a word exchanged between us and suddenly she's on the platform at Kings Cross, catching the same tube train as me. I was so sick with nerves I could hardly speak to her and only managed to talk when we got off at the
same station. Suddenly I realised that I had loved and missed her almost every single day for 16 years, she later told me the same, even admitting that she had second thoughts on her wedding day when she thought of me.

So my real regret is not doing anything for 16 years, for not finding her and keeping her with me.

And now, now I have a second chance, well like Top Gun "The first time, I crashed and burned, it wasn't pretty. This time, well it's looking pretty good, but I'll tell you in the morning"
(lardyboy Next stop, Fissplap Central, Fri 6 Oct 2006, 9:28, Reply)