All of those years, you were right at my fingertips, and I often turned you down. In my underdeveloped and slightly naive mind, I had something better. Something more worthwhile.
I was wrong.
I remember those days like they were yesterday. You were dressed up in your fanciest blue and rocking that salt and pepper before it was cool. Everyone wanted you. I like to think it was because you were sweet, yet dangerous. Most parents didn’t care for you much, but the youths, oh, the youths, were your biggest fans.
Though I never told you this, I really and truly loved you, and I never wanted you more than I do now. This very second.
When you went away, I lost a part of myself that no other can fill.
No matter how sweet…
No matter how dreamy…
No matter the crunch.
What I wouldn’t give to experience the Big O just once more.
Oreo O’s, this is for you.
With all my love (and I mean all of it),
A Woman With Regret