duminică, 20 martie 2011

she is gone,and i am old.

We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told her that he made me happy, when I was in his company. 
 now i  regret: things left unsaid. And she is gone, and I am old.
The Sandman: The Wake, Neil Gaiman

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