What do we do? What could have happened didn't, and what shouldn't have happened did. You're so close, but so far away, you might as well be on a different planet.
We're left to suffer the consequences of our actions, dictated by the Universe's plans; we're but pawns in its great game we call Life.
Yet, I think that we still wish it to be otherwise. How else would I be able to explain why sometimes your eyes linger on me a split second longer than they otherwise ought to have?