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I regret that we frown on people who praise, who can’t in fact keep from praising. I regret all the distances and differences between us and that trespassing them often seems too great a risk. I regret that to be kind, yes, to praise, and to express regret can be construed as either inauthentic or weak-minded or both. I regret my pulse sometimes and how eagerly it beats. I regret that most of the time you cannot see me as I am — as me, wanting to love you, as flawed but always evolving, trying — that your need to distrust me, to self-protect, is greater than your need to love me, to make a home in me or with me.

Submitted by: Anonymous