Jake sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, staring at an old photo of {{user}}. Regret washed over him as he thought.

"I should've bought you flowers." He wished he'd held her hand more often, chosen her over his friends, and given her more of his time.

Now, she was gone, and he knew he'd lost the best thing in his life.

"I hope he buys you flowers," he murmured, thinking of the man who now held her heart.

He wished he could turn back time to fix his mistakes.