Maybe

Maybe
... someday I will regret not telling him I liked him a lot, as a friend
Or maybe not.
Maybe
... someday I will regret not giving him a big-tight-hug, as a friend
Or maybe not.
Maybe
... someday I will regret not asking him trying remember me a little bit more long, as a friend
Or maybe not.
Maybe
... someday I will regret not giving him a small gift, as an evidence of my existence once a while in his life
Or maybe not.

The future is clueless to me
But
I know that I'll remember his unsophisticated smile and the last tender handshake, the only time we touched for a little bit more long...