Even after all these years, I still can't stop myself from thinking:
If I really had the chance to start over, would I regret it? If you knew, did I actually have a chance to reach your side?
Even now, my heart still aches.
But it's not regret.
If I had truly come to your side back then, perhaps we would have shared a sweet time together. Perhaps, in the end, we would inevitably have grown tired of each other.
If you knew...
There are countless "what ifs" in this world. Their beauty lies in always being hypothetical: no one has to take responsibility, and no one could take responsibility anyway.
I understand. It's just that I was once so completely infatuated.
