Disclaimer: Kyle and the rest of the Roswell folk belong to Melinda Metz, jason KAtims, the WB, etc. Not me.

Notes: I wnated to try Alex/Kyle. This came out.

We're not supposed to regret the things we've done, only the things we did not do. We're not supposed to wonder "what if" in life. Only I do. I don't regret the things I've done, but boy, do I regret the things I haven't.

In order to trim the lamp of wisdom, we must attend to our bodily needs. My bodily needs aren't really being attended to. Only by me. Which, you know, is fine and all, but I'd really prefer there'd be someone else.

Regret. I regret not kissing Alex in that cave. Even if he hadn't kissed me back, even if he had pushed me away, it would have probably been kept between us. He told me things I keep to myself even today, and I told him things he never told anyone else.

I regret not kissing Tess when I had the chance. I regret not coming over to her room afterwards, when Liz any time that week, or that month, before I started seeing her as my semi-sister.

I regret not looking up "bisexuality" when I first heard of it, instead of assuming that could never be me. I regret not wondering why I liked being around Alex so much, and yet couldn't stand it. I regret not spending the days before Alex got killed with him. Or somehow preventing his death.

Regrets. We all have them. But the thing is, we're supposed to learn. And I don't think I am.