My Last Regret
When Adam and I kissed for the last time, I had no idea it was going to be our last. Didn't know that we'd have a fight right after that, one that would end us, and that's I'd never see him or kiss him ever again.

If I had known, I would have paid more attention. Would have opened my feelings. Would have really cherished it and enjoyed it and memorized it. But how could I have known?

I didn't treat every kiss as my last. Maybe I should have.

Even now, when I talk to my friends, I don't know if that's the last time I'll ever talk to them. It is far too easy to get caught up and hang up without saying I love you or taking a second to really love and appreciate the person you're talking to.

This is what life is about: paying attention. Pay fucking attention. That's my advice. Whatever interaction or thing you're doing with someone, be present, be real, be in the moment. And be fucking honest. You never know when the last time you're going to ever see someone is going to be. Cherish, live, be open.

Not remembering my last kiss with Adam is my last regret about our relationship ending. And I hate myself for it. If only I had been more present... now I can barely remember.