As I look back on that pivotal moment when he mustered the courage to propose, I can't help but feel a pang of regret. He was a kind, caring, and genuine guy. His best friend, the messenger of his affection, stood before me, his eyes reflecting the hope he carried on his shoulders.
It wasn't that I didn't see the love in his eyes. It was the conflict within myself that clouded my judgment. Fear and uncertainty gripped my heart, and my mind became a battlefield of doubts.
I only said: "Let him tell me himself."
And that was that.
A regret I live with to this day.
I should have just said yes because I loved him too.
This was way back in 2000/2001.

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