I noticed my surrounding. I'm no longer on an empty street.

It's a park. But not just any park. It's the park where I found her blue eyes. The memories washed over me with no way for me to stop them.

Her blue eyes reflected the moonlight, her blonde hair swaying right to left, and her small frame dancing beneath thousands of stars.

I sighed. The universe always has a way of playing with your feeling.

A part of me wanted to run away. Avoiding all the happy memories that have turned sour. Avoiding the aching in my heart every time I recalled the feeling when she laid her head on my chest.

But another part of me wanted to stay, to cherish all the memories, and welcome the pain that comes with it.

I sat on the swings. She loves the swings. She would let me swing her back and forth. And laughed as if nothing else mattered.

A drop of tear ran down the side of my face, and onto the ground.

"It's my fault," I sobbed.

"I had let you go when I should've held you tight. I walked away when I should've stayed."

"I should've stayed," I sobbed harder.

I can't stop myself from reliving the memories. How I ran away when she told me the news. How I said she doesn't think of my feelings by not telling me sooner. How-

How I had hurt her.

I promised her no one would hurt her. And yet I did.

I should've told her that it's okay. I should've held her right and say that everything is going to be okay. I should've- I should've said it.

I cried into the darkness.

But there's no use. Nothing can bring her back. Nothing can bring someone back from the dead.

Cancer took her away from me. And my biggest regret was not to be there on her last time on earth. I didn't hold her tight as I promised her I would. I didn't stay by her side as I told her I would.

But on top of that all, I didn't tell her I love her as I promised myself I would.

And all that's left for me to do now, is crying in the dark, whispering things I should've said when I had the time.