Aye, so sit where you are and let me spin ye a heartfelt yarn.
I used to have a friend, you see, closer than any one has ever gotten to me, even in my own family. We went to the same school, had four classes together out of six, and always found a way to sit next to on another during them. For that first year we were always on each others side. One would talk, the other would listen, they would reply, and back and forth. Went through one year like that, then the next school year came. We only had one class together this time, but we managed. Never saw each other out of school, so wee had to. Half way through that year, poof, she up and vanished with not so much as the yesterdays goodbye. It has been six years and not a day passes that my thoughts don't drift to that time.
I know that I regret something about this, but for my life I don't know what. I'm not sure that I regret the lack of time we could have had, or just the fact that someone had gotten that close, too close, to me.
(sigh) Ah well...
Captcha: case closed -thanks, psychic computer-