I don’t regret many things in life. We were good for each other in all the abnormal ways; ways that weren’t necessarily associated with an average intimacy, but in ways some search their whole life for. We were good for each other in the rare, untraditional ways. The fiery ways. The passionate ways. But in the end, we lost the abnormal complimentary nature of our relationship. It’s not that he grew into someone who’d become no good for me, like most stories go. It was me. I was no good for him. I couldn’t be who he needed. Sure, he was cold and reckless. But I was defensive and I scared easy. I… I couldn’t soften into what he needed; I wasn’t in a place where I could help him. It’s like being trapped behind a two way mirror, watching someone alone, gasping for air. And he had no idea I was there. I’d always been there. I was frozen- and what a coward I was to stand by and watch. Because of my own past I couldn’t let down my walls for one second to show him how much I understood. I was there, but not there for him. I was selfish. I was no good for him. And for that, I will never forgive myself. It’s one of the few things I think I’ll regret in my life. Awfully. Indefinitely.
(keith and shiro embrace) "PAT PAT"