Wasted

I had the opportunity. 

The chance,

The perfect moment

In which to tell you just how much you meant to me

But what did I do?

I froze. 

I chickened out,

Instead muttering some vague response just as you had 

And now it's too late

You're gone.

And I am left,

Left regretting all of the chances that I didn't take

And all of the things that I left unsaid

Author's Note

for all of the opportunities that i have missed throughout my life, and for all of the second chances that I got, and that I didn't

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

mmmmm.....some times it may be for the best.

It is not just a quick "I like you" or "I love you" that makes things work.....but often buckets full of blood (not quite) but definitely sweat and tears......:)

Great writing!

[Eala Cartwright]

Thank you very much:) I'm glad you liked it x

[MAC]

Thank goodness for a next time....life's great eraser! Wonderfully written!

[Eala Cartwright]

Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it:) and I suppose you are right, in a way. The beauty of this life is that we are afforded a million and one 'next times' however I'm not sure that I would call it an eraser. It doesn't erase the mistakes and experiences, I don't think. It allows you to learn for them and (hopefully) not make the same mistakes twice, but it does not erase the fact that you let an opportunity slip by. There will never be another him, and I will never feel exactly the same about a boy ever again because there will be something quintessentially different about each 'next time' and I personally think that that is quite tragic in a way, when things maybe for one reason or another, end before they should; before you are given the chance to realise what was right in front of your eyes, to realise how the other person actually felt about you the whole time.