Even though I said I won't be updating again for this month just two days ago, here I am writing another post XD
I bought a Japanese movie today. It's called "Romeo+Juliet". Some plot points are similar to that of the classical Shakespeare's tale of the tragic star-crossed lovers, Romeo & Juliet, but the former is very different from the latter. The way the two lovers met in the movie reminded me of someone.
He was not my first love, nor was he the guy I like right at this moment. But somehow, I'm sure that I won't be able to forget him for the rest of my life.
He was one of those naughty kids during kindergarten. I wasn't really friends with him at that time and we didn't really talk but I'd always remembered him for a prank he pulled on me. It wasn't a serious one but that memory is still very much vividly clear in my mind. Right after I graduated from that kindergarten, I met him. At the McD near my house. That time, that McD had a small playground set up for children at that age. I was playing on a slide and he was right in front of me. I didn't recognise him because of his face, but because of a mark on his neck. And again, he was kind of rude to me. That was the reason his face had made a deep mark on my memory.
After almost six years, I had practically forgot about this rude boy, until one day. My neighbour and my best friend at that time, Amanda, mentioned a guy friend of hers. The name she told me of was the same as the name of that boy I knew. At first, I thought it was just a mere coincident, so I didn't read too much into it. During a school holiday, my cousin took me to Genting Highland along with his girlfriend and her best friend (let's just call her Jenny). Jenny and us arrived separately. When we gathered, there was another person with Jenny. He was jumping around, talking casually with my cousin like they'd known each other for a long time. When they introduced us to one another, I knew it was him. Not just because of his name and face, but also the way he talked. The same rude little boy.
Because we were of the same age, I played everything in the theme park with him. He dragged me here and there, and I followed him around quietly because I didn't know that place well like he did. But after awhile, I noticed he had changed since kindergarten. He wasn't rude, he was just acting friendly. At the end of the day, I found out that he was the exact same boy that my best friend mentioned. But there was one thing I wasn't sure of, even until this day. Did he recognise me at that time? The way he looked at me when we first saw each other told me he didn't recognise me, which made me felt a little disappointed. But the way he talked to me and teased me told me a different answer.
About a year later, I was already in Form 1 with Amanda. The boy whom I thought I would not meet again appeared before me, in my school's uniform. He was in the same class as Amanda. When she introduced us to each other, his voice didn't show it but his eyes and his smile told me he recognised me, even for a little. I couldn't help but feel a tiny hint of happiness. However, I didn't see much of him at school. Only a couple of times where he teased me.
During my second year of high school, I had a crush on my first love. We didn't date until a year later. But during this year, something happened between me and that boy. I was ice-skating with my classmate in Sunway Pyramid, and to my surprise, he was there, too. The moment we saw each other, there was a strange feeling. It's like the "spark" that happens in all the love stories. We skated separately, each with our own friends. But he would often try to find opportunity to skate beside me and chat with me. Before we left the rink, he asked me out. I was too happy to reject him. Unfortunately, he forgot to ask for my number and I forgot to give it to him. He tried to ask me out again a few days later at school but something came up and eventually, we didn't go on a date at all.
I thought I would be able to see him at school more often than before after the gap between us grew smaller. But somehow, I never heard from him again. Nor had I seen him at all at school. I didn't know what happen and I had no one to ask because at that time Amanda, the only common friend we had, had transferred.
Thinking back now, if I did go on a date with him at that time, my first love would not have been my first love. And it would not have been so hard to forget about him, because people say the seed of a love (or a crush) that had ended without a reason will always be in the heart. One won't be able to rid the heart of it until it is properly ended.
He may have forgotten about me. He may have never taken it seriously. But I've always had a feeling that I will be able to see him again.
(Phew~ I can actually write about a guy in such a way. It really surprised me.)
