I have a story to tell. It was the first time I ever regretted rejecting someone. The first time I realized that I really did like the boy who asked me out. The first time I found out the true meaning of you never realize what you have till it is gone.

It was my junior year in high school and I had taken Chemistry. In that class, we had assigned seats, and it changed every so and then. I kept on having the same person to sit by. Some random boy who was loud and annoying.

Finally, it was the third time we switched seats, and I finally got someone new. This boy who was in my class. I never really paid him much attention. He was just like every other boy. Well that was the case till we started talking and I started to notice him more often.

We talked, we flirted. He wanted more. He wanted to go out on a date. So he asked me out one day. That was before he told me that he loved me in my own language.

Maybe if I wasn’t contemplating his motives. Maybe if I didn’t go through all those teasing in the past. Maybe I would have taken him more serious and maybe I would of never regretted saying no.

He had actually taken the time and asked someone how to say “I love you” in a different language. At first I wondered what he was saying, the accent was off, but when I figured it out. I didn’t know how to respond.

He asked me out to McDonalds. He let me choose anything from the dollar menu. But I still said no. It was not the best of time. My eldest sister was having troubles with going out with her boyfriend who was a different race. My parents gave her a hard time. I had to see everything and I did not want to go through the same things.

I gave him that story. But did I regret it soon after. I regretted every single day after.

He soon left the class. I was left wondering what to do with myself.

It was probably half a year to a full year later that I saw him again. My friends and I decided to go ice skating. To my surprise, he was there too. We didn’t talk to each other though. But I could tell that he was not over the situation. I wasn’t either, but I guess I hid it better.

While I played around with my friends, he skated at full speed and even fell. I wondered if he still had some grudge against what had happened between us.

Today I regretted my actions the most. I have worked my job for 4 years, and never had I seen the boy who haunted my dreams. I wondered how it would be if he walked into shop one day. I would have never guessed the day to be today.

I walked into work, thinking it was gonna be like any other day. But it wasn’t. He was there. Shopping with his friends.

I had a chat with my best friend about this. She told me that I should of at least talked to him. And truthfully, I should have. By the time I had clocked in for the day and got back on the floor, he was checking out and gone already.

I am never going to get the chance again. I will probably never see him again for a long time. I am going to continue living my life full of regrets..