An Old Flame

Haha..don't ask what was wrong with me because I really had no idea.

We fought all the time. Rulers,  pens and books were usually the objects we used to hit one another. I hated that he was the class representative and I, his assistant. He didn't do anything at all and I had to pick up his leftovers! The thought of he sitting next to me dreaded me the most. How I hated the seating arrangement system those days. Plus, attending school in the afternoon somewhat aggravated the quarrellings. He and I just couldn't get along. The fact that even the teachers knew, proved that we're just like water and fire. Until the time when the seating arrangement changed, the quarrelling and hitting stopped.

I was at peace but still irritated with all his boasting about his so-called girlfriend from another school. Grrr!! Show offs! Well, like any other teenage girls, I like boys, love watching good looking boys and daydreaming about boys.

My sister! !  Oh! How she liked him! Brainwashed me into thinking he was cute and adorable plus charming. Urgh!! But, yeah, he wasn't that bad looking as a boy and as time passed, my hatred towards him diminished.

I courted him in our second year and grabbed him heart. So, he became my first boyfriend. It's true when they say, you'll never forget your first. I was a librarian at school and he would go to school early to see me. He was sweet, really. I'm smiling as I typed this. Actually, smiling as I read what was written in my journal before I decided to make an entry here (Yep..still smiling). He would tell me his palms were sweaty.  It was actually a trick he wanted me to fall for. To hold hands. (Ha-ha!) That was cute. But never fell for it. In fact, I didn't remember any memories of us holding hands.

It all changed after a few days skipping school because of fever.

I went back to school and noticed something had changed. I no longer have feelings for him...and wanted to break up. It took awhile because I didn't have the balls to break it to him. I remember vividly the day I asked a classmate to pass him the message. It was after school, I still remember what the weather was like and the colour of of the sky when the sun is setting. All the students were to queue up at the main gate before going home. He was sort of "skipping" happily until he got the message. He just froze and looked at me. I, on the other hand, was emotionless. All I wanted was to end it. Without feeling the slightest remorse or guilt, I just walked of, heading towards the gate.
And, of course, after that, he tried to woo me back and we did get back together. After a while, we both sort of agreed that it was not working for me. He let me go. That was my first romantic relationship in highschool.

No hands were held, no kiss was sealed.

monologku: We still keep in touch though. Muahahaha!!