forks

I wish I had chosen a different road.


Instead of taking the road of judgement, I wish I had chosen to walk the road of love.
Instead of not speaking up the many times I should have, I wish I had chosen to be brave.
Instead of being quick to become angry, I wish I had held my breath and chosen to listen.


Why'd I let it get this far? Growing up doesn't necessarily mean we have to grow apart.