I remember her being lots of things. She was my former crush. She was the one-faced girl. She was the one at the previous soiree, who announced Marlo's crush to the entire world. She was the one who had a mole on her face. I don't remember her well, after all, I only had a few memories with her. Memories, I dare not throw away. Somehow, they made me who I am today.
I remember the people who had nothing better to do in our classroom. They'd take my phone, and read what I had to say, our conversations. We were both the same network, so texting was cheap. And it was one golf game that had actually drawn a deeper, well somewhat deeper, attraction for her. I was in touch with her through the duration of the entire more than four hours. I had gotten to know her better, but some part of me kinda thought that she didn't want to speak with me at the time.
I guess, everyone knew that I had a crush on her, but not everyone knew what was really going on. I remember relatives trying to get a look at her pictures on Friendster at the time. I remember my classmates reading, out loud, our messages to each other.
"Ininterview amputa!!" How will I ever forget those words? Right now, I could care less, but at the time, I was younger, and all I wanted to do was kick that bitch right in the face. He just never knows when to shut the fuck up.
That was pretty much the turning point. So, I had to let her go, all I did from then on was greeted her on her birthday, but that was it. I just dropped it and gave up, moved on...
Nina... Hmm... I wonder what she's like now?
Hmm.... Nina... H.
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