After many years, I still can't control myself from thinking this way:
If you really had the chance to do it again, would you regret it? If you knew, actually, did I have a chance to come to you?
I still feel sore in my heart.
But it's not a regret.
At that time, if I really came to your side, I might have a sweet relationship, but it might be inevitable that we would eventually get tired of each other.
If you knew...
There are thousands of "ifs" in the world, but the beauty is that they are always in the subjunctive mood. No one is responsible and no one can take responsibility.
I understand. It's just that I was so obsessed with it.