Memoirs of My High School Crush Love

Memoirs of my High School Crush Love

The improvised flags our teachers asked us to make were decorated on the front of every classroom from the first to the fourth and last floor. The enormous gymnasium was filled with booths decorated accordingly by countries assigned to each section on all high school levels. The classrooms were empty because everyone was at the grassy area on the ground floor. I joined the vast crowd was the first time I saw one of the most beautiful face I had ever seen. He was on the catwalk for a Mr. United Nations search in our school and of all the candidates; he’s the only one who caught my eyes. His manly built, his dark firm complexion, his fierce alluring almond eyes and his peculiar inviting aura captured me. The world seemed to move in slow motion and the ambiance was so serene despite the cheering of the crowd. His great stature just can’t get out of my head. When he was about to step out of the catwalk, I tried to extend my neck much further behind the vast spectators just to savor the little moment left to stare at him. Since I didn’t know him well, I temporarily named him Mr. Cambodia.

I didn’t know if fate really destined us to meet. My so-called Mr. Cambodia became my classmate in second year high school (I came from a lower section when I was in first year and got my section promoted the next year ). I find out that his real name was Ren and we became good friends. He used to talk with me more often. He share his meal wih me and spent the rest of his break time talking to me about the updates on American Idol 6. He wanted me to sing “No Air” by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown almost every time that that song used to be our theme song. He was my buddy in vanity’s sake; he would join me check my appearance at the side mirror of the jeepney, he would join me in putting powder in our faces, he would often borrow my comb while I was using it… We are both narcissist! Even after classes, he would accompany me in the waiting area while I was waiting for my service to come and he never left me. I used to play O2Jam with him after classes even though students wearing uniform in computer shops were restricted. The single most memorable part of my high school life was made possible because of him.

Weird as it seemed. Beyond his consciousness, I wrote poems and essays about how much I admired him. I strived to stay on top and kept my grades high so that he would always notice me. I joined the Secondary School Press Conference to follow him and I managed to always win awards so that I could impress him. I was so melancholic whenever he’s not with me. Moments with him made my fascination grew more that I became so possessive of him though he wasn’t even my boyfriend. This youthful bliss I had for him may be wrong but it caused me to be great. Actually, I didn’t even know if he just knew it for everything about us was just so vague. But there’s one