I breathe in deeply as the flashback plays in front of my eyes.

A girl with short brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes, that reminds me of a puppy, laughs in the passenger seat of my car. I hit the breaks softly and put the car into park as I watch her gather her things. She turns to me and I fear I need sunglasses to look at the bright bubbly person in front of me smiling.


"Kiss her"


My face flared red as my brain thought of this and I turned away sharply, she laughed again stepping out of the car. The flashback fades as well as the warm glow I would associate with happiness.

Now I exhale as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Warm tears trickle down my face as I replay the flashback.


I should've kissed you when I had the chance.

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