Confusing At Times

I saw her walk in, but I didn’t know what to do. There’s not a lot of choice in a little shop like we were in, honestly, with their single entrance. My first instinct, honestly, was just to hide behind one of the racks and wait until she left. Which is exactly what I did.
And then, following, I spent a ridiculously long time wishing I’d done something different, maybe. Because it would have been so easy, and could perhaps have changed so much. And after going over it again and again, it almost seems like I can pretend that I had.
It’s so hard sometimes to keep track of the things I’ve done and the things that I just wish I had.