You cha-cha at the doorstep, deliberating if you should just risk that step of faith. And slowly you take a step back, another step back, and finally you find yourself distanced and gazing longingly at that big door of opportunity, all for the fear of failure/rejection/disappointment. And you tell yourself all the time, "It'd be great if I had taken the chance, but it doesn't matter anyway, big dreams are just dreams," and you become so convinced you're just that simple girl you now are. Regret isn't a big issue, is it, if you can remain sheltered in that reclusive realm that you have created for yourself?

And friends of old I really abhor the feeling of reminiscing and missing.