When I was five I met a boy in kindergarten. This boy was the cutest boy I have ever met. I was a just a new kid in class, I have no friends or somebody to talked to.
How I wished to be assign to be in the same group as him. Instead I was assign in another group. I was the most quite kid ever. Nobody really liked me though. Time passes, I secretly admire him.
Until is time to say goodbye to kindergarten. But thankfully, we have taken a class photo together where I was sitting down on the front line chairs and he was standing behind me.
At age seven, we went to different schools. I was slowly starting to forget him but just then months later, my dad introduced my family to his new friend's family.
He invited my family to his house for dinner. My older sister and I was so shy when we sat down on their living room. Just then, two girls.
One older than me and one younger than me came welcoming us with joy and excitement. So me and my sister started being friends with them. It was dinner time.
When their mother called out a familiar name. His name, my first crush name. He came running down the stairs greeting us. I was so shy that I hide behind my father.
He was there smiling at me with those pearly white teeth. Ever since then, we always hangout with them every Saturday. I remember there was one time, I was ten.
It was Christmas night and we were playing at his house till midnight that his mother insisted me and my sister to stay over.
My sister and his older sister was sleeping at her room since they wanted to have a teenagers night. While me? I slept in his room on his bed with him. And of course with his little sister in the middle.
The truth is, we never slept. We're kids, we have all the fun we want.
We grab papers and pens and started drawing silly things, filling a dollhouse pool with water taking random stuff throwing it inside. But we did ended up falling asleep at 6am.
That was my first time sleeping over at somebody's house yet my first time sleeping in a male friend's room. His mother always said that one day we will both get married and this and that.
It was awkward. But one day, when I was 12. I finished my class and my mom bring me and my sister to his house for pizza.
I was running upstairs to play with them and I ended up accidentally saw him naked. He was there standing in the bathroom shock.
I covered my eyes and ran straight downstairs while his sister kept teasing me. After saying goodbye to them, "See you next week." Who knows that, it was the last time we get to see each other.
Every week me and my sister asked my dad. "Can we go to their house to play?" The answers were no. I was confused, sad and heart broken.
I never knew the reason until I was 15, my mom told us that dad had an argument with his dad. The reason was unexplainable. Now? I'm 18.
We followed each other on social medias and liked each other's post.
The only thing I wanted to know the most is, am I his childhood crush too? Those feelings were left behind long ago but I still miss him. How I wish we can still hangout like last time.
Growing up sucks.