People I met in my youth did not dare to express my feelings. Later, every night when I dreamed about it, I couldn't help but sigh: If I had been braver back then, wouldn't there be only regrets?
The red eyes looked at each other that year, the love hidden in the bottom of my heart, and how many late nights later, I thought: If I had been braver, I wouldn't have missed that person!
The note that I didn't dare to hand out that year, the thoughts that I didn't say out loud, every night I woke up later, I was thinking: If I had been braver, would I have been able to keep him?
The heart-pounding moment in youth, the regret of not daring to get close. Later every night, I couldn't help but sigh: If I had been braver back then, there wouldn't be only "unspoken words" left.
What would have happened if we had been braver?
