i know now that i could have/should have done something more. i probably should have told you more things, shared more, smiled more. maybe i should have taken the time to be the one to start, to initiate the random conversations like you usually do.
now whenever i see you, i wish i had the courage to ask if everything's okay with you, if i did anything wrong (because i want to fix it), but the words never leave my mouth.
what happened to us?
