Last night was the reunion of old friends.
Some stories I had with some of them.
Not one, not two, but three of them.
Was not it real funny, to see them sitting side by side.
They all are married, and have child of their own, and looked happy with their own life.
And I looked at myself, on my imaginary mirror, asking myself, “what if one of them was the one who I missed out?”.
And that was when I know I’m f*cked up.