Not Another One Anymore

Regrets. As far as I know, no human have escaped them. Why? Because humans long for perfection but humans are born to make mistakes. It's just natural to blame one's self for the consequences of one's actions when he gets hurt. The same goes for anger.

Regret, as defined by Wikipedia.org, is an intelligent or emotional dislike for personal past acts and behaviors. Usually, regret is felt after a certain consequence of one's past actions has hurt him or others considered "dear" to him after the act has been done.

But for regret to be felt, a series of realizations of cause and effect must first occur. This may lead to a long backtracking of events or just an instant realization that it was his own fault. In the case that others are blamed, the feeling of anger is better associated with the emotion though at times, regret is often accompanied by anger to one's self.

I have had a share of my regrets though I can't remember most of them except for one.

I followed what my brain told me and decided to let a certain girl have her way instead of courting her knowing the fact that I would get the "yes" for sure. Of course I was hurt. The girl and her boyfriend were my classmates. And without a doubt, I regret that decision but not anymore.

The next girl who came, well, I had no regrets with her but though I listened to my heart this time, she still went away.

And finally, here I am at a loss. I've just confessed to a someone but I think she's gone cold on me. If I even have the slightest chance of making her love me, I don't know. And ,no I'm not writing this for her to take pity on me. But one thing's for sure, I don't want to regret confessing to her.

Neither would I want to regret falling for a friend no matter how much pain it would put me through.