When I am grey and old I shall undoubtedly regret many things. I will look upon my life and think of the opportunities I let slip by. I will wonder about how further I should have gone, and how much sooner I would have embarked upon the journey that led me to my final breath if only I'd known the whole truth. I will ponder the possibilities of different circumstances, of loves lost because of words unspoken and rash decisions made out of anger and disappointment. But aside that, I shall also look back at the moments that made my heart burst from excitement. The moments I felt like I could fly, touch the stars, and live on the moon. I shall remember the times our lips touched and the world stopped. I will hold these memories dear and as I stop breathing I will know, I will know without a shadow of a doubt that I have lived a full life. That I have experienced every emotion our fragile existence has to offer, and I will know that my life was worth the ride. Then one day, when I am forgotten, and the world has moved on without any traces of me left, I shall drift in the endless void of the boulevard of souls, and I even though there will be no one to hear it, my laugh will be as loud as a star collapsing on itself, and instead of all of you, I'll be loving angels instead.
