Childhood
A Love with Regrets
It’s the much-anticipated reunion of my old high school, and the atmosphere feels just like it did on my very first day there, surrounded by familiar faces. However, I struggled to recognize my classmates, as time has transformed our youthful appearances—many have entered their 30s, some are even parents now. It wasn’t until they waved at me, brimming with excitement, that I realized who they were. It’s been 15 years since we graduated. “Hi, Audrey! I’ve missed you so much!” Mary exclaimed. Mary was the prom queen and an honor student back in the day. Now, she’s a Marketing Manager at a newspaper company and has her own family. “Hi, Mary! It’s so good to see you! How are you doing?” I replied, genuinely happy to reconnect. "I’m doing well! What about you? I see you on TV all the time,” she said. Yes, I’m a reporter at a television station, often out in the field chasing stories, including those in dangerous areas and the political sphere. “I’m good! Thankfully, my boss approved my day off for this reunion. I really wanted to catch up with you,” I responded. “After all these years, right?” Mary noted. “Hey, could you add me on Facebook? I just reactivated my account,” I asked. “Of course! Finally, after all this time, you’re back on!” she replied cheerfully. “Yeah, I wasn’t ready for it back then, which is why my mom took it away. But now that I’m 30, I'm free to manage it myself,” I explained. “By the way, where’s your boyfriend? I heard you’re seeing someone,” she asked. “He’ll be here to pick me up later. He chose not to come so I could enjoy time with you all,” I said. After mingling with old friends, I noticed a familiar face from my past—James. He didn't quite look like the handsome boy I remembered. Sixteen years ago, he was part of a sentimental chapter in my life, a relationship that ended sadly. Now I have someone who I plan to spend my life with. Just then, Mary approached me again. “Mary, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” I said, my voice slightly trembling. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, sensing my unease. “I saw James, and he looks like he’s going through something,” I revealed. “THE JAMES?” she exclaimed, glancing toward him. “The jerk who broke your heart! What’s he doing here?” Mary fumed. “Calm down. This is a reunion; we can’t let our past dictate our present,” I reasoned. “But he broke your heart, Audrey! If he had any sense, you two would’ve ended up together,” Mary argued. “I regret how things ended 16 years ago at the lake. If only I had loved him more, maybe he wouldn’t have sought someone else,” I admitted. “I know it’s hard, but you’ve moved on. You have a great boyfriend who treats you right. We’re all grown up now,” she reminded me. “You’re right. It shouldn’t have played out that way,” I acknowledged. Suddenly, the host took the mic to kick off the reunion festivities, and the noise quieted. “Hello, Sto. Niño High School Class of 2015! Welcome to our annual reunion. We’ll begin with an opening prayer and a message from our principal,” the host announced. As the reunion got underway, memories came flooding back to me of James. When I was in 9th grade, he was my charming and sweet boyfriend, a star basketball player. Our romance began with an accidental meet-cute when I fell into his arms during gym practice. He always brought me flowers and made time for dates, with friends as chaperones since my mother insisted on it. I remember feeling lucky to be with someone as affectionate as he was. “Why do you bring Mary and Candace on our dates?” he once asked. “My mom is strict about chaperones,” I explained. Meanwhile, Mary and Candace would hang out in nearby cafes, keeping an eye on us. Life with James felt like a fairy tale, but that innocence couldn’t last forever. On game days, I would cheer him on, but I often felt jealous when other girls approached him. There were signs that he wasn’t the same, which eventually led to the heart-wrenching day he ended our relationship. “I have something to tell you,” James said one day, and my heart raced. “What is it?” I asked, feeling a shiver of apprehension. “Let’s break up,” he stated flatly. My world shattered. “What? Why?” I cried, disbelief and anger overtaking me. “I’m tired of this relationship,” James answered, seemingly devoid of emotion. “What’s wrong? I’ve done everything for you!” I pleaded. He revealed that another girl had been in the picture before he met me. The realization that everything I experienced had been a lie left me devastated. Suddenly, Mary appeared, furious. “I KNEW IT! You had someone else all along,” she yelled at James. “Let’s go, Audrey. You don’t deserve this,” Mary said, helping me to my feet. And just like that, James faded from my life. Years passed, and while I focused on moving forward, life had other plans. At the reunion, I found him again, this time an older, more subdued man. After my valedictorian speech, memories of that painful love story washed over me. I recounted my experience to Mary as we wandered through the hallways. “James hurt you back then,” she reminded me. “I know. Yet, despite everything, I’ve learned to forgive him,” I replied. Just then, James approached us, clearly surprised to see me. “Are you Audrey Mendoza?” he asked. “Yes, that’s me,” I said. “James Pahati! You hurt my friend all those years ago, and I won’t forget it,” Mary said, glaring at him. I intervened, asking Mary for a moment alone with James. She reluctantly agreed and stepped away. “Audrey, it’s great to see you again,” he said as we walked down the hall together, memories surfacing. “Are you married? Did that girl who came after me make you happy?” I questioned. “Well, we broke up,” he admitted. “Got it,” I said, feeling a mix of emotions. We sat in the cafeteria, surrounded by silence until James spoke again. “Are you married?” he asked. “No, but I do have a boyfriend now,” I replied honestly. “I’m truly sorry for how I treated you. I can’t help but regret the time we lost. If things had been different, I would have wanted to marry you,” he said reflective. “It’s okay. We carry our scars, but they taught us something valuable. Not every love has a happy ending, and while we could have been soulmates, we weren’t meant to last,” I explained. “Exactly. I’m happy for you,” he said sincerely. “I have faith you’ll find someone who truly cherishes you. I know you want to make things right, but things can’t go back to what they were,” I told him firmly. “Yeah, you’re right. Should we be friends?” James suggested. “I would like that,” I replied. We exchanged phone numbers, and as we left, I spotted my boyfriend waiting for me. “So, this is it. Thanks for everything. It was nice seeing you again,” James said. “It was great reconnecting. Take care,” I responded. As we parted ways, I felt an unexpected sense of closure. Love may not always offer a fairy tale ending, but it certainly brings lessons that shape our lives. My high school love story may have been filled with regrets, but I walked away with a heart ready to embrace new beginnings and cherished memories.
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