I remember the day when I first saw him and it feels like it was just yesterday. My friends and I were walking on the loggia and then, just like in one of the H-Town mush movies, time just stood still. The dry leaves stopped in midair and so did the rest of the world. He was coming from the other side with his pals. He was so handsome, so dashing and so all that. Who was he? He was a senior, and two years older than me. I got to know that later that day.
Where there is a will, there is a way, especially when it comes to information. I was in eighth grade and he was in tenth grade. Wow! His class was very close to the ladies' room. I started frequenting the loo so much that my teacher had to send me to the sick room to check if I had some bladder infection. The nurse was right, I did had an infection. It was love!
Within no time I had all the information about him. He had an elder brother who was married. He lived near the city hall. And he went by the route 3 bus. Sadly, I went home ny route 1 bus.
I tried going once by route 3 bus. He was there, reclining in the back seats, talking and flirting with his girlfriends. It wasn't a pleasant sight. To make things worse, going by route 3 meant that I had to walk 4 miles back home.
I wanted to let him know that I liked him but at times, I wanted the secret to die with me. Now I wonder if that was limerence or true love I was feeling for him. I guess there was that bit of girliness underneath my skin of a tomboy. How could I tell him, should I even tell him, and other questions along those lines became more important to me than algebra and differentation.
I loved him, I was sure of that then. I wanted to marry him and live happily ever after. All this, without ever knowing whether there was a girl in his life or whether he would ever like me. I was pretty sure he would like me. He was supposed to. Everyone liked me, why wouldn't he? I could never summon the courage to tell him.
The days passed and I passed into my ninth grade. Now I was a big girl who was trying to hide the tomboy in the closet. I was a girl who was trying to be a girl. I grew my hair despite my battles with the comb. My skirt got shorter and my socks got lower. Although I wasn't allowed to wax in my traditional school, I didn't have to worry about that. I had great legs. I wanted to lure him with my beauty. I was beautiful although I wore glasses.
In my ninth grade, my class ended up being the one opposite he and I didn't have to frequent the loo to see him anymore. One time, he got a sty in his eye and I felt that I had one too, the whole week. I had three Valentine's day cards, two get-well-soon cards, and one Congratulations card when won the Badminton's Title. Although I never gave any of them to him. And how could I have given them to him, he didn't even know that I loved him.
