Second Chance

As I reflect on my life, the weight of regret looms larger each passing day, amplifying the void left by the woman I carelessly discarded. She was a rare gem, someone who possessed an uncanny understanding of my innermost thoughts and aspirations. Her presence challenged me on every level; intellectually, emotionally, and even in my inclination towards recklessness.

The image of Y/N, departing from my life with a finality that cannot be undone, has plagued my thoughts relentlessly for the past two months. Five years have gone by since that fateful night, a night when I, consumed by misguided notions of freedom and peer pressure, ruthlessly severed the ties of our four-year relationship. In my youthful arrogance, I falsely believed that Y/N was stifling the wild and untamed spirit within me. I yearned for freedom, or so I believed, only to realize now the magnitude of my misjudgment.

In the midst of my internal torment, my current girlfriend, Suni, sought reassurance in our intimacy. "Am I not satisfying you as you desire, my love?" she inquired, her voice filled with concern. It was at that precise moment that my cellphone interrupted, its chimes demanding my attention. Gently extracting my semi-harden member from Suni's grasp, I reluctantly answered the incoming call, acutely aware of the depth of my regret and the consequences of my past actions.

Jan 4, 2022