Heyaa… Do you ever think about how you could have done something differently? If you had chosen that life then this, or if you said those words, or if you ate a Nuttela sandwich instead of butter toast in the morning?
Sometimes, I do.
Although I won’t want to be anything different (even if I got the chance), I do think about a few things I could’ve done differently
You know, looking over the past. If only I stayed that day like normal, I would have met my friends for one last time.
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OK, back to my story…
It was March 2006. The date… 28th maybe. The last day of my high school exams. And I came out of the exam centre. Fast.
I used to complete my paper early. And leave as early as possible. I was allowed to, to avoid the wild swarm of kids.
If I got late, I would wait until most students left the centre, before getting up from my seat.
It was during those days when I wasn’t under the constant watch of a family member. So, I took my own precautions to avoid crowds.
And it was not until that last day, that I picked up a lifelong regret.
I left early, not realising it was the last day to meet some of my friends.
I’m not one who could roam around meeting friends. Regular classes were the only meetups I had. And after the exam, many friends went out of town to explore their opportunities.
Now when I think, I didn’t actually have a lot of friends. I’m not sure what I would have done if I stayed. I might not even have met them.
But I used to meet a few before the day’s exam began. We discussed a bit about the previous day’s happenings. Just the usuals, nothing serious.
And I should have met them, One Last Time.
It’s the first thing that turned into regret. There have been a few others, which I still think about, but they’re momentary thoughts.
Now, I don’t even want to meet any. I’ve grown recluse over these years. Still, that what-if remains. I can’t stop thinking about it.
And that’s all for today.
Bidding adieu.
Live long and prosper.
See you next week, with another story.