Had I have just taken a bit longer, it wouldn’t have happened.
If I had moved an inch to the left, my eye would be missing. If we had looked for the hat longer, my face wouldn’t be going numb. If I hadn’t been so jealous at a perfect couple, I’d not be afraid of the road anymore.
What if there were no hypothetical questions? I really hate thinking like this, but it comes for me at night. I can’t get it out of my head.