A Tale of Missed Opportunities

When I was growing up, I spent a lot of time at my best friend's house. Her grandmother lived there, a beautiful gray haired woman in her 60's. She was elegant and confident and graceful, everything I was not in my teen years. I found myself very attracted to her. One lazy summer afternoon when I was visiting home from university, it was just her and I sitting together on the couch in the living room. The sun streamed through the windows and fell on the side of her face as she told me how lonely she was and how much she missed basic touch and intimacy. I wanted so badly to kiss her, but I didn't as I was afraid of her reaction. But what if I did kiss her, and what if she kissed me back, and one thing led to another? I'll never know, but I often think about that afternoon.