Because life is too short for regrets.

So I don’t regret, and while I may look back, I don’t look back with a feeling of loss. I look back with the feeling that you’ve given me the world; that nine months later you’ve given me my soul back, and you’ve given me back my hope for tomorrow, and that you’ve given me back my passion.

You pushed me away, and so I pushed myself farther than I ever knew I could. And now I’m here, halfway across the world, and I’m still pushing myself. Still searching for that pending you sang to me about; searching for tomorrow, and next week, and next year. Searching for the answers to the questions I now have because I’ve loved, and I’ve lost, and I’m finally living.

For the first time I’m living without regret, and without wishing for second chances, and there’s no other way to live. Because you don’t get second chances at life; you get today, and you get tomorrow, and you get every single moment just to breathe and be and exist.

So I don’t regret. I don’t wish back my first kiss, or that winter, or guitar tour, graduation, Canada Day, holidays, that one night, or that night two months later when the world stopped.

Because I’ve learnt that the world goes on, and life goes on, and even if I had that ‘what-if’, I wouldn’t change a thing.

I wouldn’t be here today if I had.

So consider this a last chaste kiss, a thank you for everything you’ve given me without meaning to, and the promise that I won’t ever regret it.

Because life is too short for regrets…