I should’ve continued to makeout on that beach with him instead of holding back. I should’ve let him kiss my neck more and let him do what he wanted. I should’ve just kissed the tattoos when his shirt was open after tracing them with my fingers. We should’ve stayed out longer instead of me saying I have a curfew. I wish I would’ve held his hand longer during that car ride back home and I should’ve kissed him goodbye smoothly when he dropped me off instead of rushing out like a nervous mess.

I wonder if I’ll ever get a do over with him.