That feeling of infatuation, once so commonly felt.
I was 16.
I remember how nice a feeling it brought - when you’d wait up all night and I’d rush home from school just so we could talk. Everyday the only one thing I looked forward to was that, despite it being my GCE ‘O’ Levels year and could’ve used more time studying. No, it was worth it and up till today I have no regrets. Even on days when we’re busy, we’d still Skype while doing our own stuff.
It was like a daily dose of escape from reality - it was what kept me going through the tough times.
I was 17.
We met for the first time. I was so nervous, thinking about what could possibly happen on our first date. We watched a movie. You said how soft my hands were. I complimented on how great you smell.
Thinking back, I felt so foolish, yet at the same time, people learn from experiences, right?
I wish at all goes well for you, N.
Indeed, it was infatuation. Puppy love? Probably.
Recently I’ve started to feel that way again.
After a long, long time. Kris? Hmm..