The one that got away

I had one get away before, so now I have two locks on the basement door.

FWIW, I agree.

Ah man…the “last lingering gaze” is the worst. That brief minute wherein you both think to yourselves “if I had just made this one different choice then I’d be with him/her,” and you spend the rest of the day thinking about what might have been. I hate that.

I remember every single day. The Nazis wore gray, you wore blue.