Mr. A

 Back then, I have way too many crushes you could ever imagine. I am not like I am now 😬

 

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. Let’s call him Mr. A.

 

Mr. A studied IT (if my memory doesn’t betray me) on government scholarship abroad with a bunch of handsome other dudes there; but, he was cute at least in my eyes. “I” no no no “we” talked a lot like A LOT, and shared photos here and there. I was so unexperienced and naïve, 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 didn’t 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 that’s all. But it didn’t end there or at least for me. 

 

So?

 

I was upset because of my one-sided crush. I promised myself to study hard so I could study abroad too. And, I guess I did it but I wasn’t feeling special about it either, and I got over Mr. A eventually without realizing it.