So I was thinking. Yes, I know it is cause for concern but let’s not concentrate on me, let’s concentrate on you. On your curves and your words—the sexy way you hold your cigarette. You are beautiful even with a mustache of Guinness and the wind blowing your hair into a tumbleweed. And then of course I fucked it up. I drunkenly asked to squeeze your ass when clearly I should have just done it. Now, I am alone and sit here and stare at pictures of you and wonder what could have been if I would have just kept my mouth shut.