“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 su...