All I've been thinking about lately is how much I want to take back our first kiss. How much I would pay to just let you climb through that window. I mean, who knows what would've happened? I mean, maybe we'd still be best friends. Maybe you'd still have a thing for me. I just know that I wouldn't be hurting like this. But then I think about everything that kiss brought into my life. What it was like to look at you and know not just what you were thinking, but what you were feeling, because I was feeling the same thing. And then it's all worth it. It's worth all the pain that I'm going through. I want to regret kissing you, but I can't. It was the smartest decision I ever made.