She was my senior in primary school and Junior High, and it's not like I have an 'older girl' fetish, but as is my usual defense, she was so fine. 馃槀 We were family friends and out of nowhere, it suddenly hit me that, she was quite literally, one of the prettiest girl I had seen...if not THE prettiest...at the time at least. I kid you not!
She made school worth going for the most part. But as usual, the little shy boy did what he did best and stayed invisible. Of course she knew me and knew who I was, but not what I wanted to be to her. I remember going to her house with my aunt but staying outside just because I didn't want to see her and look nervous. I attended her sister's birthday party only because I heard she'd be there. Why I refused to go earlier is even beyond me, of course she'd be there!
I even won musical chairs because she was watching. What a guy would do with the right motivation 馃槃馃槃馃槅馃槅. The huge slice of cake I got for my troubles was just a meager bonus to me, I had my eye on an entirely different prize.
I wrote a letter to her the following week, a romantic masterpiece, if I do say so myself adjusts tie with an arrogant look
But funny enough, I told her it was from a friend of mine (Adam Danse). Funny for me, not so much for him. I came to school the next day to meet him kneeling in front of her. Apparently he had been punished to kneel till I came to school to render a real explanation. And I was late that day by like an hour, so imagine the pain 馃槀馃槀馃槀
Well, how I managed to get through the whole ordeal is nothing short of a miracle, maybe it was my charming smile and good looks. I don't know. She let it go and we got closer as a result...close, but not close enough for me. But it showed me if you liked someone, it's best you stand up and be counted. Not that I was ready to do that.
I haven't seen her in years and the thought of her does cross my mind form time to time, but only fleetingly. I saw a photo of her recently and all I could do was leave about 5 fire emojis. Yes, she's still fire.
But as with any childhood infatuation, it faded into oblivion and is now a very distant memory of my storied past.
