text: "So," he starts, breaking the silence that has been swallowing them up whole on that park bench for who knows how long. Both are sat down on each end of that bench that held so much memory. Funny how they specifically sat here, knowing the memories they made were unforgettable. The same place they sat, looking at each other with so much love and admiration, talking and laughing endlessly before... but not the same people, for they can't look at one another without seeing the other as a complete stranger. "So," she breathes, fixated on looking at the snowflakes that were falling before them. "Why did you call me here?" she says, almost in a whisper. He was silent for awhile. He pursed his lips and thought hard. No matter how many times he's practiced this in his head, nothing will fully prepare him for this moment. He exhaled, and finally decides to looks at her. She still looked so beautiful. "I regret it," he admits, with so much pain in his voice, he continues, "I'm sorry for leaving you but... I miss you." This time, she was silent. Nothing could be heard on this cold and lonely night except for their breathing. It was cold. She was freezing. He was waiting for a reply. "How can you say that? After leaving me?" "I know what I did before. I regret it so much and I'm really sorry for what I did. But I couldn't get you out my mind. No matter how hard I tried, you were all that I can think about. Everyday, I regret my decision of leaving you. I thought for sure I didn't love you anymore, but I was wrong." "Then, what do you want to do?" The question hung in the air. He paused for a while, not knowing what to reply with. Finally, he settled on an answer. "I just... wanted to tell you how I felt." There it was again. Silence. "It's been years, you know?" she chuckled bitterly. "You left me devastated and it was so hard to forget you. I couldn't forgive you for what you did and everyday I had to struggle with the fact that I wasn't enough, that there was something wrong with me. Do you know how hard it was to live knowing I wasn't enough? That I could've done something to make you stay? You broke all the promises you made to me. I believed in you, Johnathan." her voice shook, and he looked over to her to see a tear slide down her cheek; his heart was crushed. She looked back at the man--"I loved you."--at the man she no longer felt the same way she did before. And that was when he knew that there won't be another chance, another shot. "So," he starts. "So," she says. "I guess this is where it all ends, doesn't it?" "It ended a long time ago." He swallows, trying not to let her see how hurt he was. "Right. It did." Oh how they were both so familiar with the silence. For a while, they just sat and admired the pretty white snow falling around. From start to end, the distance between them never lessened. "Is that all?" "Yeah." he says, fully knowing he had something else to say. 'I still love you.' he thinks, 'Say it.' "Well," She stands up from the bench, "I'm happy we were able to talk. Thanks for everything, Johnathan." 'Say it. Say it. Say it before she goes. Say it, idiot. Say it.' But she was already walking away, back facing him, leaving him alone under that streetlamp. Was this how she felt when he left her before? Would she stay if he told her he loved her still? He'd no longer know. He knows she had moved on, but just what if? Could things have ended in a different way? "Idiot." Well, here comes another regret he needs to live with.