He looked at me from across the colony garden with this lopsided grin while hitting the brakes on his cycle, it wasn’t something he gave everyone, it sure made me feel like going over.
But being 13 is way more complicated than people think it is.
What would the girls say? What if my mom saw me? What if the uncles told my dad? But when he asked me if I wanted to sit behind him on the cycle, I couldn’t think about the rest of the world.
So I did.
And I sat on the cycle for another 7 months, until he asked me if I wanted to sit there as his girlfriend. So I did.
It’s been 15 years since that day. Whenever I feel like my life isn’t what I wanted it to be, I escape into a world where that cycle was the happiest time of my day.
Because that was the time I did what my heart wanted, no repercussions, no second thoughts, I just went for it,
unlike last year when I saw that lopsided grin turn upside down as I returned the ring.
Now those small fights, those disagreements don’t seem as big as the memory of the cycle and I wish there was a way to pedal backwards.