I Wish We Had A Second Chance With Lost Loved Ones

There was a girl in Portugal, her name was Manuella. She was so small and petite, and incredibly gorgeous. I knew her for years. She dated another bar owner at the time, and I remember they had a huge fight one night, and she reportedly got so mad at him she kicked some doors in, which I find really hard to believe.

I sat with her at the beach one day and we had a great conversation about nothing, and I really wish I had asked her out to dinner right there, but I thought I was being cool by not asking, and you know, I am kicking myself now after so many years.

She met a bar patron one day not long after, and moved to USA and I never saw her again.

Things would be different given a second chance.