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I remember grade nine in high school; it was my favorite time we ever spent together. It also was the happiest we both had been, at least that's what we seemed to be.
We were both fourteen years old, still young, naive, and stupid. But I liked you more than I would like to admit.
Maybe it was the way you held me when we would skate together or the way you would smile at me. I just remember I felt butterflies in my stomach.
"Do you think he likes me, Sabine?" I would ask my cat. Sometimes, when she wasn't sleeping, she was the only one who was willing to listen.
Being teased about liking each other didn't help at all. You didn't seem to notice or care that I was getting hurt because we laughed it off every time. In the end, I always offered a fake smile.
After classes, your father would pick us up and drives us to your house. Mine was off-limits; I disliked being there. Your grandmother would ask about our day while she made us some snacks. When we finished eating, we began to catch up on homework and missing assignments.
"Adonis, I told you! You need to multiply, not subtract," I huffed.
"Well, Phoenix, I'm not as good in math as you are."
When night came, for three hours, we would practice; our bodies skating in unison on the ice. Each painful fall, tired sigh, and groan made it worth it; we wanted to be the greatest.
It was the constant voice of Mr. Sakil pointing out every mistake we made; he only wished for us to do our best, but the pressure was intense.
Still, my problems seemed to melt away. Every single thing that tormented me vanished. I felt like a different person when I skated with you.
You would always repeat the same thing when we finished training, "Good job, aegiya."
Just as my problems melted, my heart did too. I should admit that I don't remember when I fell in love with you.
