After School.

I have memories which I don't want to lose. I'm going to write them down, so that one day, I can look back, read them and remember the person that I once was, and smile fondly...or not. Those memories affected me one way or another. One day, they're going to be smothered by newer memories, like old snow. So here I am. Here goes something.

After School

There was this girl in my junior college who I sort of had a crush on. We were close, as friends, but nothing more. I had some sort of feelings for her - feelings I never acted on. I saw her quite regularly and I never wanted to upset the status quo because what we had was good enough for me. I was nice to her, and I guess I did what might pass off as "flirting". Her smile was sweet and I looked forward to seeing her and chatting with her about anything at all. 

She never liked me, now that I think about it. But one day she asked me to meet her after school. She didn't tell me why she wanted to meet, nor did I ask her for a reason. My mind went on overdrive thinking - why'd she want to meet me? Did she want to confess to me, or something of the sort? What if she did confess to me? What would I say? I'm not ready, but of course I wouldn't have said that. I probably would have gone with it. Oh man, what if kissing was involved...

I used to have such a wild imagination. I still do, but I used to too. So I went to the place where the rest of my life was to begin, or at least, I optimistically thought so. She was already there. It was late, so most of everybody had left the school. I think she wore specs back then...I like girls who wear specs. Anyway, she was there, waiting. I casually said hi, and then asked what's up.

She smiled. And she took out a copy of the Bible. I was taken aback, but I held my composure quite well, and I flushed out all my romantic ideas, and adapted to the situation accordingly.She simply wanted to share her beliefs with me. I was disappointed, but not entirely displeased by the situation. I was really touched by what she had done. It was one of the nicest things anyone had done for me. I calmly listened to what she had to say. I had already made up my mind on religion and I told her so. As the sun set, in the empty room, we had a nice conversation about life. 

We continued to be close friends after that conversation; it affected nothing, and I was glad. My feelings for her would suddenly flare up randomly...some time later when she was all I could think about, but that's another story. Girls have a strange affect on me; I guess they do on all guys.

I really like girls. It'd me nice if they like me back.