I’m going to spend the rest of the night going over and over it in my head, trying to work out what I should have said.” “Really?” His gaze slides over me. “Why?” “I can’t help it.” “But it won’t make a difference.” “I don’t do it because I think it will make a difference, I do it because I like to torture myself with all the ways I could have been better, funnier, sounded smarter or more interesting. I work out everything I would change if I could.”
