they used to play backgammon outside under the streetlight until the sun came up.
“why cant we go in the house? lets..”, she would ask? “because ..”, she would always answer, and they would play on. it was never an option and though the one pretended otherwise, they both knew better.
years later that streetlight would be torn down.
im convinced that regret is very real, and that people that say otherwise are just masking the pain of having lost their streetlight.