Graduation

When I look back and see those bright white lights, those colored balloons in clusters, I think about regret.ƒ| You danced gracelessly, and I didn¡¦t dance at all. ƒn Would it have hurtƒn to tap your fabric shoulder? Maybe it would have ruined that night, and the crystal perfection of our conciliatory wine glassesƒz the sparkling ginger ale, our laughter like the rapidly rising bubbles in our drinks. I think about regret. I regret thinking of this.