Not your CUP of tea

The start of everything.

Let's start with...

The day I met this wonderful kid.

We're in the same grade but different sections. At that age, I don't really care about anything. I'm just an ordinary girl, loves to play, study, eat, everything but crushing on someone.

You were sitting at the corner of your room when I passed by your classroom.
Even though I'm with my classmates, I stopped and walk to your direction. I stared at you. I remember it clearly.

I ONLY stared at you. I didnt even had that courage to get close and try to talk to you because I got tongue-tied all the way.
Even though you have that eyes that says play with me, I ignored it. I'm just a kid.

But then I don't want to leave you that time. I just want to stare at you but you start crying. You cried and cried until you got the attention of everyone including your teacher. I was so afraid so I ran as fast as I can. I ran with the image of your face on my mind. Hoping I will get to see that face again someday.

But that someday was not given to me. Somehow, remembering you brings back memories. Memories that made that nine years old me happy.