Regrets

This is probably silly but here goes.

How it went:

Dining in a restaurant. I reach for something in the middle of the table, just as the waitress does as well. She bumps my hand (I flinch, I don’t really know why) she says “sorry” I think I see the pain in her eyes. I say nothing of course(I’m beyond shy perhaps? Scared witless? Just witless?) It was years ago but I still remember it to this day. (I hope she doesn’t remember it)

How I wish it went:

Perhaps I still flinched when our hands collided. But as she says “sorry” I say “don’t be” and “you know how Chance sometimes scares you? That’s what I felt, a life passed in front of my eyes in that moment.” Instead of pain, I see a smile in her eyes, a most beautiful thing. It may have gone nowhere but there. Or perhaps it would played out as Chance would have it.