The Slightest Pang of Regret

He used to be this tall, rather cute, skinny kid. He was, in many ways, an ideal guy. Smart, talented, funny. But I didn't fall for him. And I broke his heart.

Five years later.

Five years can do a lot. And suddenly, he's this new person. The same, in many ways. But more mature. More grown-up. And well, yeah. Cuter. But the real difference go way beyond the external.

And suddenly, I'm looking at him with new eyes.

Still, it was awkward. But then I've always been an awkward person. I could never really look at him at the eye. Never really bring myself to talk to him with ease. Between us is the past. The hurt is, I believe, forgiven and forgotten. But that certain wall still exists.

But maybe it's just me.

I felt the slightest pang of regret. And what-could-have-beens played in my head.

But as I look back now, with a clearer perspective, I realize that if I could go back, my decision would be the same. He'd still be the boy he was and I'd still be the girl I was.

But maybe, if I could go back, I'd be less thoughtless... inflict less hurt...