For when you wondered if you ruined everything.

You keep replaying it. That one single mistake you made back in the past. That one moment or maybe the words you wish you could take back or the silence you wish you hadn’t kept.

Regret is proof that your heart is still tender. Still learning. A story with a rough chapter isn’t any less worthy of being read. So keep writing. It won't be less beautiful 

- L.

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