I Watched Her Walk Away

It's been five years, and I still see her face. Sarah. We were so young, barely out of high school. I messed it all up because I was scared. Scared of commitment, scared of… well, everything, I guess. She wanted to move in together, get serious. I told her I wasn't ready. God, I remember the way her eyes changed. Like the light went out.

She didn't yell, didn't cry. Just nodded and said, 'Okay.' That's what kills me. She deserved someone who would jump at the chance to build a life with her. Not some idiot boy who couldn't see what was right in front of him.

I saw her a couple of years later, at a grocery store. She was with a guy, looked happy. Really happy. I almost went over to say hi, apologize, something. But I chickened out again. Just watched her walk away. I hope she's doing good. I really do. I hope she found the happiness I couldn't give her. I'm still kicking myself for being such a coward. I'll probably regret this forever.