She lingered in the park long after his departure. Her lips still swollen with his kisses. Her hair mussed by his firm grip as he stared into her pleading eyes. Her heart still pounding from the anticipation of more to come. She had discovered the key to open herself to possibility. Days, weeks, months later and she realized he used the same key to lock himself away from such possibility.
We never truly know the last time we will speak to someone or the last time we will taste their essence on our tongues. We never know if the laughter we share with them will be replicated or whether it will just become an echo of a memory. There is no key to allow us to foretell the future. But the key to happiness is within our grasp … live with no regrets.