Write About A Day You Will Never Forget

Last class, first day, new school, new state. I survived, found people to hang out with at recess and lunch. Met a few new people. Had at least one awkward encounter. Still, I survived.

Just one last class.

Math and I hate math. Turning into the doorway, I stopped dead in my tracks. It was reaction I knew I did, but didn’t truly consciously understand what I was reacting to until years later when memories would be discussed in the night hours.

Looking back, sometimes I think you just know when something’s going to have profound consequences in your life. Was I stopping because I knew I wanted to get away from the situation or because I wanted to complete exact opposite?

It was both and I knew it even then.

It was just a boy. A boy in a classroom, bantering with the math teacher as if they’d known each other for years. Maybe they had.

He was standing at the back of the class holding up a sign with Timon drawn on it. Based on the conversation, it was a sign for the senior panorama portrait happening after school that day(?). I remember thinking that was unique.

Most of all I remember his smile. And really, I think that’s what stopped me in my tracks. I want to say that I thought he was beautiful, but that conjures up images of a girl looking at a boy and actually thinking, “he’s so beautiful.” But that wasn’t it.

Maybe It was Fate

But also maybe it was all that wish-making I dabbled in the year before.

In any case, I don’t remember him noticing me or even glancing in my direction. As he moved toward the front of the class, continuing to crack jokes with the teacher, I chose a seat in the back. It was the farthest away from his seat up front and I wanted to stay away from him forever.

It was years later that I learned he had seen me the second I walked in and eventually dreamed up a slightly elaborate ridiculous plan to meet me.

Just Like The Movies

It was a single moment that led to years of regrets. It also led to a lot of adventures, a lot of self-learning, a lot of laughs, and so few – but very heavy – heartbreak and tears.

I teeter back and forth on which of everything were regrets and treasured memories. If I could go back, would I fix it all? For many years now, I believed I wouldn’t.

A lot of people would warn against romanticising long-dead relationships. In realizing that this is one of the few moments I can truly say would be a challenge to forget, I can’t help but think… If I had the chance, I might actually try to do some things differently to honor this amazing moment when two people were brought together – by the smallest of millions of circumstances and choices – and the promise of a happy life was so thick in the air.

This post is in participation of the 7 days, 7 posts challenge via Daysixyfive.com – an awesome personal blog that I was lucky to stumble across while browsing wordpress reader discover.