The story you are about to read may be heartbreaking, and may want you to regret saying the following words: I wish we hadn't met.

If it doesn't apply to you, go on and mock me, but mark my words: I wish we never even really met.

That, I don't regret since I don't even like you. I lost someone because of that, and you mock me?

That is unacceptable, but here, my story goes.

I was in my high school years, with a boyfriend named Eddie. Eddie Miller-Sweet. It was our senior year when we got into a fight, but it wasn't like our normal ones where we argue over little things. This one was heated.

"Patricia, there was nothing going on with us!" he screamed.

"Yes, there was! I saw you two going on, crushing on each other, glancing at each other for one damn reason! A stupid crush!" I screamed louder and louder at him.

"There was nothing! Why would I crush on her if I was dating you?" He asked helplessly.

"She's American, she's 'the girl from your dreams' and you go with her everywhere, even in the girls' bathroom! You probably had 'it' there!" I shouted.

"Why would I do it to her?"

"Because you lik—love her!"

"I do not!"

"We're over, then! I wish we hadn't met, you creep!"

He turned away and walked out of the common room while I slumped down on the couch. "Tough break, Trixie," Jerome said, "Don't worry, I'm having one too," he said in advance. And for the first time in my life, I didn't say a comeback.

It was surprising, to say the least, but what was more surprising is what happened next.

Christmas was nearing, so by this time, we would go home and spend the holidays, but Eddie stayed with his dad. And since his dad was the principal, he would go home late, so Eddie took the bus and went to Mr. Sweet's house.

That is, if he didn't go through the accident.

The bus was on the road, until a car went in front of it in the intersection, eventually killing many people, and in his case, not death, just amnesia, forgetting everyone he met, forgetting everything, forgetting me.

This appeared on the news, showing him in the hospital, sparking more regret in me, causing guilt, and depression.

I, Patricia Williamson, am now suffering from heartbreak, sadness, and loneliness. I never imagined how much this hurt.

I never imagined such a wish would happen. Now, my only wish is to rewind everything, from the fight to his accident. I never wanted him to forget me, I never wanted him to hate me. All I wanted was to forget what happened, so this wouldn't have happened.

I hit my head on the mirror, hoping to have amnesia, too, but all it returned was pain, regret, guilt and a Christmas present-him forgetting me and that damn wish coming true.

Be careful of what you say now, I don't yack around like I used to. I don't speak anymore, so I bring a notebook and pens around. They say it was PTSD. I say it's too much regret.

And Eddie? He's married to an American girl who is the complete opposite of me. He changed now, even his personality and his memories.

So Merry Christmas to all my haters, I hope this story has increased your hate of me. Goodbye then, I won't see you next time. #

_HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, ME!_THANK YOU ALL!_

I made this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long before I posted it 1 year.

This is my anniversary present, sorry present, late Christmas present, and New Year Present for you guys! Today is December 31, here in the Philippines, which is when I signed up... actually, I signed up an hour before 2013, so its my first anniversary, and I thank all my... supporters andfansif you'd like to call yourselves one, though I doubt that. Anyways, I apologize for the ranting and ugly stories.

Well, that's about it. I hope to see you next time! Thank you and I wish you a Happy New Year!