I keep replying that night in my head over and over again. Everything that happened, everything that could have happened, and everything I should have done differently. You were right there, and all I had to do was take the step. Just one step forward instead, I feel like I took three steps back, and now I can’t go back. I’m sitting here thinking about what you thought of the whole night. Do you worry about what you could have done differently, what you should, and could have done. Or do you not even care? I think that’s what making me go mad is that I don’t know what you’re thinking, I can’t read you. You’re so confusing, and I know most people say “guys are confusing” but you’re different. A part of me likes that…. Now I’m laying on a couch outside of that room wondering what if? What if I took that one step forward…..