バスクチー、やはり簡単、美味しい、カロリー高い、、、How I met my first crush ever.During my first year in high school, I did n

バスクチー、やはり簡単、美味しい、カロリー高い、、、How I met my first crush ever.During my first year in high school, I did not know anyone in my class (except for this one person, whom I knew from an extra class from middle school but he was super sexually creepy to me once, so I never talked to him since… He ended up moving oversea just a couple months after school start anyway).Since my class focused on Japanese language education, most kids who went to middle schools that taught Japanese all went to my class. There were only 2 or 3 middle schools that do so to begin with. Since I was not from any of those schools, walking in my class for the very first time felt exactly like a student transferring in the middle of a school year, when everyone already knew each other.A girl who sat behind me stroke up a conversation with the alone me, I forever feel grateful to her for that, we were the best of friends in the first year. Even though everyone who knew her in middle school warned me that she was bad news, that I should not hang out with her, I did not listen to them. The conclusion of that story is for another time though.Either way, let’s call her B (the first letter of, you know, beetch). B was into dancing, I think she is working as a dancer now as well, kudos to her for sticking with her dream. B talked me into joining this afterschool hip hop dance club, which was where I met my first crush.He was not your conventional tall handsome guy that you take one look at and immediately fall for. He was kind, not only good at but also passionate about dancing. After my time interacting with him, I was completely smitten by him to the point where even though I was neither good at or into popping, I went to his house to practice even more dancing with some people from the club. After the practice, as he was walking me out, his neighbor saw me and asked if I were his girlfriend. To which he denied, but I mean, that was the highlight of my first year in highschool.There was one time after club practice, I was heading to the bus stop and he caught up with me, which to a socially awkward me was so abnormal; why would you want to run up to a person trying to talk to them when you have every chance to avoid it. He took the same bus, and so we sat side by side, me by the window. He talked about his family, how he was raised, and I was just mesmerised by everything that he said.He was 2 years older than me, so he graduated as I finished my first year. During my second year, I still attend club activity because he would come by to teach dance from time to time. After a while I eventually quit; because of the crack in my friendship with B, I can’t stand to see her both in class and afterschool.The last time I saw him was during our school culture night festival, he came by since the dancing club was having a performance. I did not know that, so when my friend said that she saw him downstairs, I was surprised. I ran to the corridor and caught sight of him from our class on the second floor, I swear in the pool of people, I can see only him, glowing. I rushed down to where he was talking to some of the club members. That time, it had been a while since I last saw or talked him, it must have been the adrenaline from my excitement for my class performance, I tapped his shoulder without hesitance and said hi.I cannot even recall what we talked about in the mere couple of seconds that we faced each other, but by the end of the ‘conversation’ he reached out his hand. In the dim light from the outdoor stage that our school set up, I can’t make out if it was meant to be a handshake or a fistbump, so I just grab his right hand. To my surprise he pulled me closer, almost like a hug and gave me a tap on the back.Let me just tell you, you lovely human who actually had the patience to read till this part, I am Asian, he is Asian, we do not do physical stuffs, never.I think my mind went blank afterwards. I remembered telling all my friends afterwards about the hug though.I was in the most front row of my class performance, and things went very well. One of my classmate’s dad took a video of our performance; from time to time when I rewatched it, all I can remember was some minutes ago my crush gave me a tap on the back. That was the highlight of my second year in high school.Things ended at that.Even though I read a lot those romantic shojo manga, I was pretty grounded in the present when not daydreaming in class. Even though I wanted to believe that all of his actions are because he was interested in me, I know my crush is a very nice guy, and him not knowing much about me can never lead to him liking me enough to date me.From time to time when I see something he posts on social media, some of those fluttering happy feeling still come back and leave like some sort of ocean wave. I hope him the best of best. -- source link
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