"I hate wondering what could have been for me if it hadn't happened." ...with all my being. in a pure, crystalline form.
I need to explore all that myself. Like, why do you hate that?
For me, it's because it prevents me from living. Now. Yet, what could have been for me, feels very alive, like what could be for me. Yet, it's too late for so much of that. To start over. It's hard to care about me now. Or feel alive.
Et par le pouvoir d’un mot Je recommence ma vie, Je suis né pour te connaître, Pour te nommer
And by the power of a single word I can begin my life again, I was born to know you, to name you