One Way to Tell

Well, there is actually one way to tell.  You pick up your favorite fountain pen and try to write the words you meant to say.  For some reason the words flow smoothly much like the ink from your pen.  You realize just how much easier it is to think without her there.  Words jump to the page, words that should have come out of your mouth on that last night.  Yet you hesitated and lost all courage to stay and say what you had been burning to say all along.  Right from the beginning, you remember, you have always wanted to say.  Many great times you and her had together.  You remember each and everyone as if they were happening right now.  But then the chance came.  You had the opportunity to say it all right then.  You should have said it, but you didn't, did you?  Like always you choked.

And now it is over.  No longer will it be the same.  You'll never have the same chance.  You can never return to that night.  You can still try to say the same, but what is the point?  It is too late.  She will never feel the same.  Or be as prepared as she was on that last night.