I was walking home when I saw her sitting on the bench outside of the drug store reading "The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland". She was so beautiful. I walked slowly past, drinking in her every feature. She had long, chestnut brown hair that stopped at the middle of her back. She had eyes the color of the purest emeralds, framed by a stylish set of spectacles. Her face was that of an angel's, with lines that showed she laughed quite frequently.
I wanted so much to say something to her. I wanted to engage her into a conversation about something, anything just to hear her voice. I imagined what I would say and how I would say it. Needless to say, I walked right past her, never uttering a word. I walked past the same bench after school the next day, but she wasn't there. I never got a chance to see what could have been; what might have been, due to my inaction.
Such is life. We all make mistakes in our life, it's what we do to once we realize we've made them that counts.