I can still remember that patronizing moment when I accidentally threw that paper airplane into my crush's eye. I apologized millions of times, and she accepted every single one... And it made the class laugh so I guess it was okay.

Now, that was back in middle school science. I've aged and became more wiser than that, I guess. But it's still classified as a regret. Everyone has regrets. Every single one of us. And personally, if you're ashamed of it, well I'd call that stupid. Because you can't change the past no matter how hard you try. Now I'm not bragging or anything, but I would call time travel a learning experience, for me. Just because one day you can steal a Snickers bar, and then the very same day you could discover the cure for Alzheimer's disease. And personally I would like to see someone find a cure for that horrid thing.

But back to the point. You came here for a story, didn't you? Well here it is:

I was walking past my old middle school on my morning jog, and I happen to spot some fourteen year old boy trying to ask out this shy looking girl. It kinda reminded me of how I was back in high school. Yeah... I had this huge crush on a girl named Bryn. I could tell she hated her name, so I used to call her by the name she told everyone to call her by, Sarah. She was super stunning, but she was rich and I wasn't. I had this thing flouting in my head that it was impossible for a poor boy to be dating a rich girl. And besides, she looked down on me as if I was trash, I could tell. But she was pretty and you had to like her.

 Anyway, on my morning jog I pass that middle school every single time with pressure on my chest. It just kinda makes you think of how simple things were, and now things aren't so simple, are they?