Je Ne Regrette Rien

I regret two things.

Well, I suppose regret is really not the proper term, since neither of these things is actually my fault.

I suppose it’s better to say that I find them to be unfortunate circumstances visited upon me.

First, that I am a cripple. Second, that being so I’ll never be with the woman I love. Actually, there’s more to that second circumstance than simply a disability, but modesty precludes any further exposition upon the matter.

Still, were I not confined to a chair, were I free and fluid as a breeze, what would I do? Ask her to go out with me to dinner and a show? Run to be with her so we could visit her friends? Plan vacations as lovers? In sum, date her?

It seems to me unlikely. The reason would be obvious were I to be frank.

Which simply highlights the importance of being earnest.

Tra-la!