Walk on by

Take a walk down Memory Lane, then a left on Nostalgia Street and finally a right on Reminiscence Road…

Some people you think about every day; they’re those around you. Others that have been gone for a few years cross your mind every week or two. Missing five years or more? Once a month, maybe more, they cross that maze of memory –your mind. It depends on how important they were and what said or didn’t get to say to them.

It’s that feeling when someone makes some smart remark to you and you can’t quick quip back, but later there’s the sass and you wish you could go back for just a moment and stun your opponent. You were just too tied up in monotony to see what was right in front of your eyes. She might've even mentioned her desire and you just sat there.

“All my friends are getting married. I’m not getting any younger; if I don’t get hitched soon I’ll end up an old maid.”

“Say something! Do something! Put your arm around her!”, you shout at your former self through your mind’s movie projector, but it’s no use. You shut it off with a swift slap of your hand, the projector crashes, yet you still wonder: what if?

Maybe she’s long gone, in another state, in another country, unlisted, married—with a new name and a new life, perhaps she’s dead. For every time you opened your big mouth without thinking, you wish you'd opened it then, and spared yourself the thinking now. Some will tell you not to ask what if? Those people have no imagination.