Utter Shit

I barely know where to start…cryptic notes from a night:

Regret what you did and what you said (about how you felt) and not what you were to afraid to do or say.

Better to be heartbroken than safe.

Ask for what you need.

No one can read your mind.

Visions of paths not taken scare the crap out of me.  And intrigue me…in ways I never, ever thought possible.

Watch your tone.

Apparently his wife was threatened by me….how?  why?  Because she knew I was his type and she was not?  Makes no difference.  I never wanted him.  Only now does it hold interest.