The petals will all fall.

Love is like a flower.

One that you become interested in

by peering into the glass window

of the flower shop.

So, out of curiosity,

you picked that flower.

That fine,

beautiful,

pure,

rose.

For the first few days,

you have the flower in a pretty,

glass vase.

Or in a relationship,

the honeymoon stage.

But eventually,

that ends,

and the rose dies,

and the petals fold up,

lose color,

and fall to the floor

with dispair.

After all,

you can't spell lover,

without over.

No regrets is my new policy.

The other day I found out that one of my good friends was a slut. Well, she isn't really a slut. She just did a slutty thing in the past. I took this in, thinking, "How can I possibly be friends with someone who did something so disgusting?" The next morning, we went swimming. Sitting poolside, I asked her, "Did you regret it? She replied, "What do you mean?" We hadn't really talked about it since the night before. I explained further to her. After some thought, she said, "I don't regret any of it. It's in the past and I can't take it back now, so why should I waste my time worrying about something that's already dead and over?" It made me rethink a lot of things, that statement. So, why waste time worrying about a moment in the past? It will only cause more trouble for yourself. No regrets is my new policy.