"you know, i wonder sometimes if i should have done things differently, put in more of myself. not so much that things would end any differently than it did, but that it would still end the same way, and i would leave without any regrets. maybe i could have called you more, give one more goodnight kiss, tell you how much i felt for you when i felt like it, not restrain myself just because i was afraid of getting hurt. they always say treasure every moment, live life without regrets. there's another one, what hurts more - to say something and regret saying it, or not to say something and regret not saying it? a cliche is only as cliched as it gets till it happens to you."
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a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo