For who hasn't, years later, dreamed of someone from their distant past, but been unable to comprehend that the object of their dreams is someone else now – we're really only after '74-'75. And who hasn't, years later, wondered how different life might have been if … if I'd actually tried to kiss her at that party; if I hadn't decided her friend was better looking, ignoring the fact that someone in front of me adored me; if all the wrong decisions had been right; if all the opportunities had been taken and not missed. Maybe it's not reason that sets us apart from the animals; maybe it's regret. |