Brian

After what you've put me through, who could blame me for having regrets? For holding resentments?

I could regret that first night on Liberty Avenue.

I could resent that lightpole.

I could regret that look you gave me...that unexplainable Kinney gaze that would forever ensnare me in it's hold...that would bind me to you, without giving me any say in the matter.

I could resent the years--years, Brian--of pain that followed for me. The tears. The hurt. The angst. The "I love you"'s that never came. The little rejections that did come.

I could resent all that.

Yet I don't.