Unspoken.

The words we never say.

Anyone who knows me knows that I like to preach about 'carpe diem' and 'live every day as if it's your last' since it very well could be in my case. No regrets. Because if there would be just one thing in my life I have learned through the years it would be that it might already be too late. Things, people and opportunities... can all disappear in less than a heartbeat but haunt you forever.

Yet still I found myself ending up with words I want to say, should have said, that were never spoken. Not once, not twice, but three times in a day to three different persons. I hold back. I don't know why, but I do. And I'm already regretting it.
I wanted to say honestly. I wanted to say truthfully. I wanted to say really. But instead I said nothing. I kept the precious feeling, the selfish words, all to myself. And what could have been something sweet, is... it's like poison to me.

I don't like this. I don't like it at all.