He's the kind of regret you want to have

She looked at him laughing, sharing a joke with friends and in that moment she had an epiphany
He's the kind of risk worth taking
Her mind was quiet, no objections, finally, synchronized with her heart.

Still the cynic, still jaded
But no longer afraid of the possibilities or heartbreak that she suspected would ensue.
It doesn't matter anymore.
He's the kind of guy that would make the pain worth it
The words he inspires will maybe, possibly win her a Pulitzer

He's the kind of regret you want to have
He's the mistake worth making
And on the off chance he's the one,
(she still doesn't believe in happily ever afters)
he's the kind of man she wants for a life partner, the only man she wouldn't mind fathering her children

For the first time in her life she was at peace
Her mind echoing the name her heart wisphered, his name
And she knew, his was the path she'll walk forever.

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