“No regrets, princesa?” Xavier asked as Amira turned around to look at Dubai’s streets one more time when they reached the airport.
“Have I never told you that I don’t believe in having regrets?” She asked pensively. “I mean what could they possibly help me achieve? I cannot change the past. It’s better that I cherish the good parts and learn from the bad.” She looked at him quizzically before saying, “Don’t you agree?”
“Err, I totally do. You know that,” he said with a rueful smile.
He knew that deep down although she might not regret whatever had transpired between her and her family, she still felt a deep longing for the life she no longer had in her childhood city. But then again, that was definitely not regret. That was just nostalgia. And he understood where she came from.
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