The day I fell in love

Let me begin with saying that I am horrible at expressing my feeling in person alas we live in the beautiful period of technological advancement so I can relay my feeling from the comfort of my Garden to anyone reading this across the world.

Now that we have that out of the way let me tell you about the day a 17-year-old boy had his feet swept off the ground by a girl who for the purpose of me being SHY, shall not be named.

I remember vividly it was a hot summer day, and I was sweating like a pig because your boy here loved some good grub, and you could tell that just by looking at him, anyways I was prancing through the school corridors with my friends as any sane high schooler would if their math teacher who never skipped a day of school finally were out of town, and so, the substitute teacher gave you the freedom you craved for.

There was this girl for the sake of this blog let me introduce her to the world as 'Wifey', Wifey was not your average pretty girl that thought the world revolved around her she was a tomboy.

Where you could see the girls at school herding around and gossiping their minds out you could look for wifey and see her hogging the tiffin boxes or play fighting with others all in all obnoxious fellow, but something was weird about her, I mean you would never catch anyone being annoyed of her shenanigans quite frankly she had everyone's heart so you can call her the "popular" one, on the contrary I was the scary looking guy who just wanted to go home and couldn't care if he tried, or so he thought.

So, me and my friends were having our merry time and causing a commotion, but our joy was short lived as the principal eyed us across the corridor and so we had to go back to the class, little did I know it was the last time I would ever get to think rationally.

We came back to the class everyone was settling down in their seats I was the last one to comeback, as I was going towards my seat my eyes wandered off towards the window and my view was blocked by her the girl who for the first time in my life I saw differently.

She was quiet, not a single word, staring out the window, sitting alone with only her thoughts to shoulder her, at that moment I realized I wanted to be her thought, I wanted to be her shoulder that she could rely upon, I went to my seat with a weird feeling in my chest.

It was weird, I felt like someone was playing 'callistea', it was her in my head she was the pianist to my piano of feelings.

I was talking to my friend who was sitting in between us, but I caught myself stealing glances of her, I didn't even notice but my friend pointed out that I was blushing for some reason, that "some reason" was her.

Fortunately, that was the last lecture, so I had the privilege of going home without thinking too much, or so I thought, even at home I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering towards the beauty I just witnessed.

She made me feel like a knight in shining armor that had only one purpose, that to help my damsel in distress. That day sailed by smoothly no shenanigans until it was way past midnight and for the first time, I was experiencing insomnia as I couldn't help but think about her, the way she looked, made me want to do things to myself and to her that I cannot describe in words. It felt like comfort and annoyance at the same time maybe it was my younger self not being able to fathom what this feeling was.

The next day I woke up gasping to my thoughts as the night wasn't so unhappening as some of you might make it to be, that night I saw her crying underneath a tree, I was watching her from a distance she was desperate, she was breathing heavy, she was anything but ok.

I was trying to reach her, to help her, I just wanted to hold her close and say to her that everything would be alright, but I couldn't. The closer I got to her, the farther she went away from me. I was exhausted, I wanted this dream to end but to no avail. Suddenly, she stopped, looked at me and gave me a look of love and petty, the look you give to an orphan, to someone who doesn't belong to anywhere or to anyone, I still remember that expression, that look on her face. She stopped, held me close to her heart, I was crying, so was she.

After we shared tears, she gave a peck on my cheek and told me it's ok, she told me it's alright. I didn't know what she meant, I just wanted to make her smile thinking that if she did, I would have her heart but when I saw her smile, I knew this woman had a hold on my heart that I couldn't relinquish even if I tried. I wanted to tell her how I felt, I was close, I was determined, but I woke up, with a tear falling from my eye. I wasn't crying, I wasn't sad, I just felt empty.

There was something missing, someone took a part of me that night, and I knew who that someone was.

I got up and sat, my head empty like I had a seizure, no thoughts just this feeling that I am not whole. I started smiling, I knew what this was, “I've heard about this, this feeling.” I thought to myself.

I went to school that day, my eyes searching for any chance to get a glimpse of her.
"Look what we've done" I laughed at myself. You can say that I’m a fool, and I don't know very much but I think, they call this love.

You all must have heard about the "Men's first love" theory, I don't know if it's true, but I sure hope it is. I was never able to say these things to her, but a part of me just wants to write this down so that day could be remembered, the day I fell in love.