Do You Ever Regret those “Could Have” Been Life Moments?

How I missed our Chance to Dance…

As Beverley and I get out of the car, we notice a group of young musicians playing stringed instruments in the distance.

I love the sound of violins and cellos.

Perhaps a memory of being 5 or 6 years old in Malaysia and watching grandfather with his cherished violin.

I never actually remembered seeing him play. Only of his showing me the violin. And then secretly sneaking into his bedroom to touch that violin.

As we continue walking closer, they finish their song, preparing for another.

Just as we pass by, the lady with the cello exclaims, “Someone, please show her how to Waltz!”

I notice a little girl with her mother sitting in front of the “Expresso Good Food” cafe.

It shocked me a bit because out of the nowhere and just a casual walk, there would be this commentary about our favourite dance — the Waltz. Synchronicty, perhaps?

We were taking a break from teaching Ballroom Dance classes.

The Music begins. It was a Viennese Waltz.

So beautifully played by this wonderful ensemble of street musicians that crossed generations.

As we listened, Beverley looks to me and says with a smile, “I will if you will.”

I didn’t.

Something was holding me back.

Something still deeply buried inside my usually rebellious Tiger soul.

Perhaps a fear of being noticed.

We continue to listen. I reach for Beverley’s hand.

We walk away.

I feel regret.

Should we go back? Should I have asked her to dance?

We walk onwards.

The Waltz continues to play. Softer, fainter.

There’s still time to walk back.

I reach for her hand.

We continue to walk, still listening to the Music.

Such a beautiful melody.

I kiss Beverley.

The Music stops.