Do you regret meeting people?

There was this time I was standing in the main hall of my school, holding a sandwich and minding my own business when these two girls stood beside me. How can three people agree to be friends without saying anything? Actually, there were four of us: an angel-faced girl who I sat with during the orientation, a smart and beautiful girl who towered above me, and the last girl, the prettiest one, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

I wish someone told me then, look away, ignore her, she will betray you; but no one did.

It’s been four years since the orientation, and two years since I spoke to the girl who narrowed her eyes. I don’t know if I miss her, or if I’ll ever talk to her again, but I do know I regret meeting her, and she is not the only one. There are others, at different times and different places, leaving the same emotions, the same memories.