One Last Time

“Can we talk, in private?” I asked

“Yes of course,” she said

To her, it was a simple conversation

A simple combination of sentences that made some sense

For her, it was nothing unusual

It was perfectly normal

Even for an outside observer, we had a conversation

Which anyone would consider perfectly normal

Nothing strange at all

But for me, we were conversing for the very last time

And I could’ve avoided it

And a thought came over

“Regrets or No Regrets?”

I went for the latter, and I thought

Why not talk to her?

One last time

Why don’t we sit together?

One last time

Why don’t we hold hands?

One last time

Why don’t we sit there in the beautiful silence and still feel comfortable?

One last time

Why don’t I hug her?

One last time

With that thought, I ran to her, and at that moment I felt

Why don’t I ask her again?

Why shouldn’t I try again?

One last time

I believe it was not me who was thinking

I cannot possibly be thinking such stuff at that moment

I believe it was some force

Some external force that helped me at that moment

For me, that force as God

Because had I not run to her and asked her, Again

I wouldn’t know the answer to my question

It’s funny how we just find things

In one moment, you are sitting there thinking if you should approach her

In the very next moment, you walk out with the girl of your dreams

Hand in Hand

For ONE LAST TIME