Good Evening! How are you guys?
As usual, today is another one boring day of my life.
But, today is also a day that I will not forget.
For the first time, my History lecturer complimented me!
I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react.
So I just smiled and bowed at her words but actually inside I was screaming in happiness.
Today, in History class, don't know why but it seemed like my lecturer was in a very good mood.
She talked about her past experience with her previous students.
We was like "Eh!?" when she told us that 2 years ago, two of her students got pregnant.
So, she told us to be careful and don't trust boys too much and also, it is better to have no boy friend at this time.
My mother said the same too. Just focus on study first.
And that is what I'm doing right now.
For 17 years I lived in this world, I never have a boy friend, even once.
It's not that no one likes me! I've been confessed to three times.
I rejected them all.
But, I think this is better because if I have a boy friend, my result would be worser than what I got last time.
So, I choose to continue being a single.
Talking about this boy friend thingy, I suddenly feel like sharing the story of my first love.
I fell in love for the first time was when I was in grade 3 in elementary school. I was about 7-8 years at that time. Yeah, I know. I was still too young to know what is love at that time!
He was from the same class as me. We already been put in the same class since I first entered the school.
I never realized him before but in grade 3, something happened.
It was during Physical education period. We were told to just do anything we wanted at the field.
I was playing with my friends when suddenly I tripped and my foot got stuck in a small hole near the field.
I tried to pull my leg but I failed. My friends also tried their best to help me but none of them could do it.
I nearly cried but then he came. He knelt down in front of me and slowly he helped me to pull my foot out of the hole. Thank God, he did it! He took my hand and helped me to stand.
That was when I thought that he looked so awesomely cool!
Since that incident, I started to notice him in the class.
I loved to stare at him when teacher was teaching in front.
I just realized that, he was a funny person and loves to make jokes.
He was also a good looking guy. His smile...his eyes...his mouth...everything...it looked perfect to me.
Sometimes, he caught me staring at him and quickly, I looked away, blushing madly!
It was all fine until one day... during grade 6... I was around 11 years old.
We suddenly got into a fight. A big one.
I almost slap him hard on the face...and his face was all red because of angriness.
It was all started because of a misunderstood.
Since then, we never talk to each other anymore. We were like strangers every time we met.
But, my feeling for him was still there. I wanted to talk to him again and tell him that I like him... but I couldn't.
He hated me. It was all because of that stupid misunderstood!
It stayed like that until we graduated from elementary school.
Again, we went to the same middle school but different class.
Thinking that maybe because it was fate, I decided to confess to him and YES, I DID.
And his answer was...he rejected me.
I was so heart broken!
I've been liking him since in grade 3 but when I finally gained the courage to confess, he rejected me.
I couldn't stop crying that day.
After a few days after the confession, I found out that he was actually dating someone from my class. My own classmate. Again, it was another shock.
But yeah, she was far much better than me...she was also beautiful and smart.
After that I decided to forget him. I thought it was easy...
but I only able to completely erase my feeling for him after 4 years.
That was the ending of my first love.
When we graduated from middle school, we finally able to talk like before. In other words, we became friends again. I'm glad that even though he doesn't like me but at least he still wanted to be my friends.
I don't know where is he right now.
My last time meeting him was during the final exam in high school.
I didn't see him on the graduation day.
It is now May so that means it is already like 7 months I don't see him.
I wonder where is he right now...
I hope he's doing fine.
I shouldn't care about him anymore since I no longer have feeling for him but he was the man that taught me what is LOVE... So, I will never forget him.
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