I sprint for thirty seconds for five sets. I shouldn’t stop before I reach thirty seconds no matter what. I’m sprinting as fast as I can for the fifth 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. My regrets make me anxious. Why? What do I want to say? Someday, I may die first when we get old. I want to dedicate myself that I don’t regret when I look back the past. I want to give my love as much as I can so we don’t regret when one of us leave this world.


Unsent Message

He writes on phone.

‘Hello. It’s Ray. How are things going? It’s been a while. Maybe 2 years. I want to apologize to you. I’m sorry for what I said through message. You never replied me back. I knew it would offend you and make you angry. I regret my behaviors. I’m in the dark now. It hurts to think of you. I miss you a lot. I wish I could be able to talk to you again.’

He doesn’t know what he wants so he just deletes everything.