The Scented Summer Night

REGRETS

The word that was never in my life collection before till now.

It never was a day past after that fateful day that I regretted what I have done. Every day when I finish my work or am not busy with work I reminisce about how regretful I was and at the same time wondering ‘What IF’ phrase has been eating me up until today.  It all begins after meeting that woman. 

I can't even dare to spurt out ‘I wish I never met her.’ Because those three hours of talking to her were magical, that makes me alive and refreshed as a person with purpose. After that ordeal, for the first time, I was afraid. Afraid that will I be able to see her again? Without thinking or any shame, I asked for her phone number. I was relieved that she gave it to me just like that without questions. I stared at her profile. Profiling her like a culprit. Well, that’s my core job. She is a petite person yet has a perfect proportion of body build. Her height, just an inch below my shoulder level at 158cm & weight 58kg with a set of heavy bosoms.

That day, her body scent still lingering as the warmth of her body is still on my body when he holds her in my arms for the whole three hours. She has a pretty smile with a cute dimple on her right cheek and rosy lips. Maybe because she works at a Dental Clinic that she needs to have perfect white pearly teeth. I wondered what it would taste like if I was to kiss her that day. But, I'll never get the chance ever to taste her lips. 

It was the beginning of my life as a blossoming happy life that I am eager to live up to so that I can start chatting with her again. Or waiting for her to start chatting. So much happiness. Too much sweetness makes my heart beating hard for her. I lose my professional & rational thinking. 

Without realising a bomb ticking ready to burst. 

I didn’t bother to make a profile background check like I  normally did for all the blind dates candidates that Dad gave to me. Until that news dropped to my lap. 

Well. If someone asks me if love is painful. Yeah. Love is a painful emotion that I wish I never knew that word before.

Now, seven years have passed. When I was ready to bury my past, she appeared in front of me with the same crying face asking for help. What do you want from me? But, as soon as Alicia, my wife and our son arrived, she went pale & silent for a second before she wiped her tears with a devastated expression that pained me to watch. She gave me a stare, ignored Alicia and reluctantly left. 

Not until six months later, I knew the confusing truth. I accidentally met someone more special. It makes me want to rekindle our broken relationship but alas, I am a married man now. Why bother to try.