I have lots of regrets, from hiding my pain from being bullied to being unkind to my stepfather/arguing with him a lot after he and my mother got together. However, one that comes to mind is how I treated a close friend of mine during ninth grade. At the end of eighth grade he found out I was in love with him (thinking about it now, it might have just been admiration or a platonic, non-romantic feeling, but that's beside the point) and said he didn't feel the same. I was stupid and let it get to me. He had to switch schools so I didn't see him after a trip my parents, he, and another good friend of mine took to an amusement park.

Come the school's holiday fair, I hid from him. He and my other good friend chased after me, but I didn't want to be near him. I probably really hurt his feelings that day, and I've felt shitty about it since. We got to meet up once more in tenth grade; I felt normal around him but never said anything about what happened last year. We never kept in contact, though my mom has his sister (and I think his father? Idr) as her friend on Facebook and lets me know how he's doing from time to time.

I do think about him from time to time, and whenever I see someone who looks like him (he had a rather feminine face and had long hair—in fact, when I shadowed at the school in seventh grade I thought he was a girl until my mother told me otherwise) I have to do a double take. Sometimes I wish I could meet him again, but he lives in a different state as me so who knows if that'll ever happen.