... And I would walk 500 more.

The only thing I feel when I think of you is regret.

Regret that I spent so much time, more than I'd ever care to admit, thinking about you.
Thinking I'd wait.
Thinking I'd change.
And the biggest mistake of all?
Sentiment. Forgetting that human attraction is nothing more than chess, masked by years and years endoctrination, believing the lie that every good little girl gets a Prince Charming and a happily ever after.

I guess that could be true. I mean, what would I know? The one thing I have never been is a good little girl.

Still, thinking I have the most regret about is that even though the chapter is firmly closed, if you asked me to, then...

"I would walk 500 miles,
And I would walk 500 more.
Just to be the one who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door."