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Regrets, I’ve Had a Few | Write Here Wednesday
Your stories about memory, regrets, and loneliness

You make your coffee, you arrange your laptop (or notebook) just so, and settle in, proud of yourself that you’ve set aside this time to write. And… gosh shouldn’t you do the laundry? And wow, what is WRITING EVEN ANYWAY?
The good news is, as Flannery O’Connor once said, “Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days.” You have stories to tell. I know because you’re here on Earth. Several of our #WriteHere prompts have encouraged you to dive into your memories.
Check out these stories and keep writing your own (use the tag “Writehere,” so we can find them!) and you may be featured next week!
I Wish I Hadn’t Told Them I Was Gay
I told them because I wanted to believe in unconditional love. Even though I already harbored questions about the structural integrity of that love. When it lay in rubble around my feet, I knew I’d gravely underestimated the depth of their convictions. And my own need for their approval.
I’d launched myself into the wilderness without a compass. Or enough provisions. All I had was my own bravado, which had proven shaky at best. — Kendra Gayle Lee
A Life Full of Regrets, and Still Not Enough
But then I think of all the times she said “I love you.” I think of all the times she gave playful kisses on the cheek. And I think of all the times she told me “God loves you no matter what” when she didn’t know what I was sad about. It makes me wonder… what if she was hiding the same secret I was? — X.S.
Forgetting You
I wish I had never met you. If I had known then, what I know now, I would have run away from you as fast as I could. I wish we didn’t share all the same classes. Hell, I wish our last names weren’t so close together, so we were forced to sit on opposite sides of the room. I wish I could forget the memories of you. — Verity Simmons
That Feeling Of Being Alone In A Crowd
I always had a hard time understanding the difference between being alone and being lonely. Since in my language we use the same word to say both things.
It took me a while to understand it, but not just to learn it, since that only took me a Google search. Being alone is the physical state of being unaccompanied, being lonely is an emotion. — Mindsmatter
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