Regrets.

I said: "I won't regret. It will be the better choice." Today, I think that if regrets could kill...

Everything changed completely. I'm not the same person since when I met you. You knew that I would grow up.  Everybody knew. But, some things are still changing. Even I didn't wanting. I really don't want. But, what should I do? If I knew, I would do the better choice. And that's not what I did. After all, what's the better choice? Who knows? I don't. You need to risk, to know...

I know what to say, but I don't know how. Again & again. 

Someone, in especial, give me a light! I need this. Or simply, I need you. Just you.

...Well, I would be dead.