Now Playing: “Girl of the Year” by FM Static

At the dawn of my high school, I met Kiarra, who’s now one of my best buds. But back then, she was my crush. Oh my, I remember the giddy part of this track. There was this event in my first year called “FS Night”, where the freshmen and the sophomores go partying. I asked Kiarra to be my “date” on that event. I never got an answer, because, being the torpe that I am, I withdrew the question just as immediately as I asked her. I walked away shyly, feeling weird and mad at myself.

Second year comes, and so does another crush. Celina. Yeah, as I said, second year was my darkest year, but I didn’t regret meeting her. Second year was the first time I officially courted a girl. But it was also the first time I got “busted”. I’d rather not go into details.

In third year, the most awkward event happened. I had a crush on a girl named Sheila Mae. I guess I was too obvious, since that was the year I wrote my first prose, a short love story, entitled “Deathly Still”, in which I used her name as the female lead. Still, I tried to court her, but she stopped me when I made my move. That’s because she already has a boyfriend. Imagine the mortified look on my face when I found out. I became scared of the boyfriend, Stephen, who happens to be in my class. Still, that didn’t prevent me from being friends with her. However, I knew that if I loved having my neck attached to my body, I won’t pursue this relationship.

The love song on my fourth year was the most life-changing of all. I guess it’s because of my hormones. But I “fell in love” with a lady (she remains unnamed, because she might read this). She’s different from every girl I had a crush on, because she’s the only one who’s rather rude to me. She can be sweet at times, but mostly I got the receiving end of her slapping hand. She can wear a halo and hold an executioner’s axe at the same time. Weirdly, that’s why I fell in love with her. It was all fine before December 2007. We went to our retreat, and that’s where I told her everything. Her reaction changed my life. She became truly mad at me, hurt me inside. She was the one who smashed my heart into a million pieces that look like shards of glass. I never healed completely. However, she and I thought we were being foolish (mostly, I was) and became just friends. She reverted to the usual treatment of sarcasm and slapping.

*to be continued*