looking into mirrors

Do I have regrets over the past three years or so?
It's best to close that chapter without looking back: say "no",
A tug, that things might have been different in the past
If it were other places, peoples, routes from last.

Going through the photos of others is like a crush;
Conjuring the best of what might just be a brush.
At 23, is this what they call quarter-life crisis?
Agonising over the various hits-and-misses

Then I think of those who have stuck with me through
The thick and thin and up and down and pink and blue
My housemates, my friends, my dearest confidantes
Who shared the joys and, when I strayed, were kindly blunt

So "no" it will be, firm and good and true;
I could not have been more blessed, more loved, by You.