The other reason is "The missed moments".
The difference is that the moments soon turned into days, months, years and faded away into something I can never get in. The regret ain't gone and it keeps on reminding me, that I didn't had the courage, guts to turn those into what could have been a great story. It was magical.
Some find love, but I admit to missed moments, I saw, loved, but didn't pluck up the courage to talk....
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