my love, my story, my memory

there was a boy i met at school who loved to sleep in class. he had this sleeping habit. he would cross his legs, left hand on his lap, right hand on the table, head on the right hand. then he would sleep soundly as if he owned the world. i loved watching him sleeping. his habit never changed until the last day we were together at school. it was on the 17th November 2006. the memory is still vivid until now. i believe it would eternally.


there was a time, when i was watching him sleeping, i suddenly had the urge to come closer to him. then i slowly came closer, and closer. i sat there quietly, watching. i didnt wake him up until 10 minutes later, he opened his eyes, smiling. i asked him if i was disturbing. he said nay and asked me to stay. we both smiled, we chatted, we laughed and we teased each other as time flied. when it was recess time, we both rushed to have our brunch. suddenly he paused and whispered, "sit here after recess, ok?" i nodded and my heart melted.


i seriously don't know what makes me interested in him. til now. my heart just said, "it's him". it has been years and we are still counting every minute and every second we are together. those memories we shared, and everything that we have been through, they're too precious to be thrown away. therefore, i decided to keep them and store them deep in my heart, with the door locked with a huge padlock and a heavy steel chain. i hope that one day, when we are full with grey hair, and when we are both busy playing and laughing with our grandchildren, we could reminisce these moments and smile.


i'm sure i'ill get goosebumps all over when i read this again. but who cares?