Mr. A
Back then, I have way too many crushes you could ever imagine. I am not like I am now š¬ The first boy I ever talked to (he is not one of those of my imaginary crushes who only happened in my head) way back when I was in year 1 or 2 in university. Letās call him Mr. A. Mr. A studied IT (if my memory doesnāt betray me) on government scholarship abroad with a bunch of handsome other dudes there; but, he was cute at least in my eyes. āIā no no no āweā talked a lot like A LOT, and shared photos here and there. I was so unexperienced and naĆÆve, I even printed his photos in one whole album so that I could stare at his picture in silent. I only met him one time with other friends so we didnāt have any meaningful conversion or holding hands under the moonlight. But after a while, he had a gf whom he married with a kid until now. He met her during his study abroad and thatās all. But it didnāt end there or at least for me. So? I was upset because of my on...