Regret

by Tim Austin

I remember how she laughed. I loved to watch her that way, so I did what I could to make sure she was always laughing. It was the part of her that was never colored by self doubt or the pain she had lived through, and it washed away the sadness she tried to hide in her eyes. That was when she was the most beautiful, and when everything else that held importance in my life fell away. That’s when I was the happiest. Those were my best moments.

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Tim Austin lives in Fairhaven, Michigan, and likes to try his hand at writing when he can. More of his writing can be found here.