We don't want to appear clingy or needy because we don't want to be labelled as the clingy/needy one. So we appear insouciant, nonchalant, with a je ne sai quois carefree breezy spirit, but a part of us, deep down, is aching (though we'd rather die to admit it), aching for someone to care, to pat our heads and tell us they love us. In ways more than words.
We always say we live our life without regrets because we like to overpositively subscribe to this positive mentality and leave no room for turning back, only for moving on. But we also know that when we try a bit too hard to live without regrets, or at least embody that in our mindset, we forget to remember that sometimes a little regret can be good, it can be food for thought, a little regret can make us treasure the here and now, the things we should not have room for regret.
As you can tell, I care more than I'd like to admit. The four-minute experiment of gazing into each others' eyes intensely, confidently saying, hey, I'm game if you are, went horribly right.
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