nostalgia

do i remember when we met? of course i do. that vivid memory is still etched into my mind, and yet it was so long ago. i remember the way her hair fell down over her eyes, the way she grinned shyly at me from the corner. Many a time i debated whether i should put down my lego and go talk to her, but my juvenile shyness stopped me. and then the partner dance activity... was it fate? that the numbers that we were assigned were the same? i didnt think so... excitement flooded my body - i hadnt even imagined that such an opportunity to be near her would ever come. we all lined up, facing our partners, and our hands came closer as we got into position for the dance... slowly, slowly they came. then, the first touch. our fingers barely interlocked when a beautiful deep red showed from under her long dark fringe. our eyes met for the briefest of seconds, when she began to cry out aloud. alas, the naivety and embarrassment of childhood had overwhelmed her. as she was taken to a corner to be pacified, her eyes looked at me once more. i could read those eyes... im sorry. but it was too late. i was put with a different partner, and she remained in the corner for the activity. but after that incident, i could not concentrate on my dancing... why was it that my eyes constantly flickered towards her? i was too young to know about love. as soon as the dancing was finished, i rushed over towards her corner, gave her a nod conveying 'its okay,' pecked her on the cheek, and ran away, embarrassed. but i could swear that out of the corner of my eye, i saw her smile happily towards herself.

the next day, i moved to australia... Say what you will, but i regret not talking to her... I also regret just leaving without any explanation... i really think that this childish crush could have led somewhere, because… she was my first love.


-Rkim