Through the myriad clouds of emotions, I could detect a tinge of regret. On both sides. We both are turning our heads, trying to steal a last glance of each other, even though we are already on separate paths. With each step, our lives moves further from each other, yet there is this nagging thought of ‘what if’.
When you open your heart willingly and without any reservations, you run the risk of forever stuck in the bottomless pit that is created. On quiet nights, you find yourself trying to answer the question ‘what if’, trying to find some sense and purpose as to why it happened, trying to make yourself feel better, trying to hold back the tears, trying to forget. And you realise the harder that you try, the worst it becomes.
Years may have dulled the pain, years may have clouded the memories, but it certainly doesn’t make it easier to go through such nights.
A tinge of regret? No. The amount of regret in this myriad of emotions is enough to, if stacked, go all the way to the moon. And back. Twice.
