I’m sprinting for 30 seconds for 5 sets. I shouldn’t stop before I reach 30 seconds no matter what. I sprint as fast as I can for the 5th set. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. All I care is breathing. I sit. Then I need to walk. I can’t think. But I’m thinking something. The regrets. Annoying regrets make me anxious. Why. What do I want to say? Someday, one of us will die. I want to love that I don’t regret when I look back our past. I want to give you love as much as I can so that we don’t regret when one of us leave this world.