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It is at least thousand times a day I think about all the things we could have done differently. All around me, I see things or measures we didn't take, the small little measures that could have made a difference. Maybe, if I had talked like this or you ad handled it like that, the outcome would ave been something else altogether.
But I know it is pointless. The water's under the bridge now. However, it is still a storm for me. A storm that threatens to whirl up my world and tear my life apart. I wait for the storm to subside and, if not subside, at least, weaken in its intensity. There are times of complete lucidity with everything fine. At times, whole days pass like that. But then it all comes hurtling down and I realise that it has gone silent but was gaining in power.
There are so many things that could have happened, many more that should have happened. And I know that thinking cant change anything. It will only end up giving me more regrets like such a small thing and it wouldn't have been this. 
Wish, I could tell my stupid heart the same!!!!!!!
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