Starting out again
I went to my aunt's house today. 'Cause I just need to go and have a look at her after my exams. It's not easy when you're going through any kind of loss alone. But hey, that's another story for another day. On my way there, I saw a young couple. Young, perhaps is an understatement. Kiddy, perhaps is a better term to describe them.
What? I gather they're like 12 at most. Twelve. How young were you when you had your first kiss? That, of course, if you ever had one. And there they were, 12, all young and kiddy, holding hands, and kissing. Twelve. Actually I have nothing against that. Just that suddenly I feel very old.
You know back then girls, they don't matter. Boys were just boys, doing stuffs that we thought were cool. There were no girls in our world. I mean, they were everywhere of course. But they were always Tom's sister, or John's sister. Or at least they were the only girls we knew back then. But they don't matter, 'cause they were gross. Or at least that's what we thought.
But then things started to change. We started noticing them. And voices changed. And posture changed. And they changed too, in a devilishly pleasent way. Like how we noticed the way they walk, or talk, oh how sweet her voice, or smile, ah smile.. Suddenly they were on your mind. And you start hearing your friends saying things that made you blushed abit, but deep inside hope it was the truth they were saying. Ah, you know, the gossips and the teasing and the eyes wandering around.
In the midst of the turbulent time, that was when I had my first crush, if you can even call it that. She was.. Oh my, I can't remember how she looked like. I was 10 then. But I remembered her voice. Yes of course, we talked alot. We almost held hands, technically. 'Cause my hand brushed her fingers when we were discussing some stuffs. We almost kissed, technically. 'Cause we used to sit so closed, I'd like to think accidents do happen.
But I never told her I had a crush on her. 'Cause it was a sin back then to tell a girl you like her. Nobody does that. Foolish, you say. Probably. But I lived by the code. Silly codes we boys made when we were 10. The kind of things you see in cartoons.
I still have crushes now and then. Some I tell, some I don't. But seeing the couple today, I wonder what would have happen if I had told her, my first crush ever, I like her. We probably ended up kissing. Or ended up skinned by her father. My dad would have caged me if he had known.
That's how old I am.
What? I gather they're like 12 at most. Twelve. How young were you when you had your first kiss? That, of course, if you ever had one. And there they were, 12, all young and kiddy, holding hands, and kissing. Twelve. Actually I have nothing against that. Just that suddenly I feel very old.
You know back then girls, they don't matter. Boys were just boys, doing stuffs that we thought were cool. There were no girls in our world. I mean, they were everywhere of course. But they were always Tom's sister, or John's sister. Or at least they were the only girls we knew back then. But they don't matter, 'cause they were gross. Or at least that's what we thought.
But then things started to change. We started noticing them. And voices changed. And posture changed. And they changed too, in a devilishly pleasent way. Like how we noticed the way they walk, or talk, oh how sweet her voice, or smile, ah smile.. Suddenly they were on your mind. And you start hearing your friends saying things that made you blushed abit, but deep inside hope it was the truth they were saying. Ah, you know, the gossips and the teasing and the eyes wandering around.
In the midst of the turbulent time, that was when I had my first crush, if you can even call it that. She was.. Oh my, I can't remember how she looked like. I was 10 then. But I remembered her voice. Yes of course, we talked alot. We almost held hands, technically. 'Cause my hand brushed her fingers when we were discussing some stuffs. We almost kissed, technically. 'Cause we used to sit so closed, I'd like to think accidents do happen.
But I never told her I had a crush on her. 'Cause it was a sin back then to tell a girl you like her. Nobody does that. Foolish, you say. Probably. But I lived by the code. Silly codes we boys made when we were 10. The kind of things you see in cartoons.
I still have crushes now and then. Some I tell, some I don't. But seeing the couple today, I wonder what would have happen if I had told her, my first crush ever, I like her. We probably ended up kissing. Or ended up skinned by her father. My dad would have caged me if he had known.
That's how old I am.
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