Mind is always complicated. Why would I say this? It contains mysterious things in our darker side on our own. Yesterday I met the girl I wanna meet, shortly. We talked a couple words that's just because we both knew what happened between us and who should feel guilty. I don't want to push her in the corner but I just left that would help her thinking about it or may be she didn't feel anything and just walked away.
The thing is I think about Steve's words, a canadian friend, "Don't cry with the spilled milk".