We could have bought a house, and could have had two kids. I could have taught our daughter how to cool and she could have coached our son’s soccer team.
We could have taken a cruise to celebrate our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. We could have danced in the ballroom, wondering where all the years had gone.
We could have lived happily ever after.
But I didn’t go over there. I didn’t have the guts. Instead I paid my bar tab and never saw her again, still thinking how it could have gone.
“What Could Have Been” was published in the “Story Week Reader” (2005)
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