I really regret this.

I've talked about this a few times on here but I can't get it out of my head. A couple years ago I met a lady who owns a restaurant nearby. Very beautiful and kind. She's a hot head but kind.

Long story short we got along really well, talked almost every night and at one point I even helped her work the restaurant but I think she grew to dislike me because of a combination of cultural differences (she's from another country) and me just being a dumbass in general.

Now she's back to handling her restaurant on her own, probably still with no employees and slipped disks in her back. I remember seeing her sitting in her back room, exhausted and in pain and I just can't get that sight out of my head. The poor thing.

I must have done a really bad job and I must have been really horrible to her, for her to ghost me and start avoiding me when I come around—which I've stopped doing after getting the hint.

I wish I was better with people and with picking up on hints before they feel the need to distance themselves from me. That could have been something really great. It was, for the short time it lasted.