In fact, some regrets are caused by ourselves, right? The only real regret I have in my twenties till now is exactly what I have created myself.

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Here’s what happened: After graduating in June 2020, I agreed with my best friend to go on a trip to the Great Northwest Loop together. Because we were the only two girls and we didn’t think it was safe or lively, so my best friend asked her and two high school boys to go with us.

Let’s call the two boys A and B.

We made an appointment to meet in Xining. At that time, because I had not left school yet and was in Chengdu, we set off from Chengdu. B happened to be in Chengdu to meet friends, so we bought a flight to fly from Chengdu to Xining together.

We originally made an appointment to meet at the airport on the day of departure, but he said that he had a friend to see him off, and he could ask his friend to come to school to pick me up and go to the airport with me. As a mother-in-law solo, I was really ecstatic at the time. This strange boy was too interested in girls.

Alright!

But I still need to save face, so I pretended to be calm and replied: Okay, that’s troublesome. After meeting, because I was in a hurry to check in and was a little confused when we first met, I didn’t have much impression of B at the time. After all, he was a

A straight woman can only exchange a few pleasantries on the spot. My most profound impression of our first meeting was on the shuttle bus. I got on the bus and held the handle of the window and stood there. There were many people on the shuttle bus at that time, and it was a bit crowded. B was just a little bit

He moved and stood on the outside of me. He kept a comfortable distance between strangers and me, and this way I would not be squeezed by others. He was very tall, about 187cm tall, and at this moment, although we were in

No words were spoken on the shuttle bus, but this was an invisible sense of security. It made me feel that I was a girl again despite my doubts about my sexual orientation. The next trip to the Northwest was really enjoyable, and every day was carefree.

, go out to see the beautiful scenery, stop for delicious food, and when we return to the hotel, the four of us will play card games together... Isn’t it said that traveling is the best way to get to know someone? During the 7-day trip, I found that I like B a little more every new day.

But reason tells me that you were strangers a few days ago, and it would be puzzling to confess your love so quickly. It is better to like it quietly. Since he doesn't know, then you can always treat him as a good friend.

I felt so itchy inside that I didn't express my feelings until the end of the trip.

I went home with this secret love. When I got home, I started to lose my mind. I didn’t know what I wanted to do every day, and I didn’t want to do anything. I only had the shadow of B and what he said in my mind, which lingered...

Finally, I couldn't bear the pain anymore. The next night after returning home, I confessed my love.

I thought at the time: Regardless of whether he promised me or not, I had to give an explanation for my love. I felt that once I had confessed my love, I would be fine if there was a result, and I would no longer suffer. But I was wrong, I

Thirty minutes after I sent the essay about my love on WeChat to B, he replied. The general meaning is: he wants to go to graduate school and has no plans to fall in love, and if he does fall in love, he doesn’t want to live in a different place.

I probably guessed that his reply would be rejection. After all, the time we had known each other was too short, and our future plans were completely different. I understood all of this, so I cried and fell asleep.

At that time, I was almost moved to death by myself. I felt that I was amazing, but I was able to express my feelings freely and boldly. I was immersed in being moved and complacent.

But now that it has been more than half a year, I feel that I was too impulsive at the time. I confessed to someone after only a few days of knowing each other. It would be great if he didn’t think I was a deep-seated person. I should be good friends with him first.

Damn, it can’t be undone now anyway. Now I’m embarrassed to talk to others, everything has become so embarrassing.

In this way, I lost a person who should have been a good friend. This can be considered a regret for myself.

However, although it is a pity that we passed by each other, I have never regretted our brief encounter.