How I Wasted My Three Wishes

How I wasted my three wishes:

1. I was brave enough to tell her I was gay, but then ran chickenshit
into the arms of another woman, and forced her to watch the whole
thing.

2. He said: "I like boys." I said: "Me too, I like you." He said: "I
like Him." I fucked Him.

3. We talked to this girl and her silent friend all night. "Do you want
to go back to our house and drink some more?" "Yes" But when they went
to get their car we suddenly changed our minds and drove away. They
found us on the freeway- threw bottles and hurt looks at us, then sped
away off an exit that wasn't ours.

(we don't talk about any of these things, is there true forgiveness? or
is it that we just let things fade away? That the old hurts simply
recede and are replaced by immediate concerns. Where shall we eat? What
time is the show?)