regret

I was watching this thing about Olympic torchbearers and it made me think back to 1996 when I was driving from Colorado Springs to DC during the summer. I was with this guy and while driving through West Virginia, we saw an Olympic torchbearer carrying the torch on the way to the Atlanta games. Well this guy, I think that he was probably my one big love (if that really exists). I spend a lot of time wondering what could have happened if it worked out between he and I. Would I be a different person than the person I am now? Would I spend less time trying to eat and shop and bitch, in a shallow effort to fill this emptiness I carry around like the crap homeless people lug around in their shopping carts? Would I have made less mistakes in my life? Would things have been different??? All I know is, unlike milk, there is no expiration date on regret.