Chapter 1

This is something that has been flowing in thoughts for awhile or I should put it, ever since. There is no better way to convey this, well in this case it is only to pen down. For now.

Then, we were all innocent little people, still insignificant to the society. Actions and feelings were carried out without much thoughts and those were the days. To be honest, I only realise your existence after being in the same class for a year (I am very certain it was due to the fact that I had my eyes grown at the back of my head.)

First week of final year, our class was instructed to have our notice-board decorated. During breaks, guys would, as usual, rush to the basketball court . Fortunate for me, I have decided to stay in class (My eyes started to work). I walked to the front of the classroom, where the ladies were busying with the decorations. I vaguely screened the different tasks carried out by my female counterparts and spotted this sole worker cutting leaves out of green papers. I grabbed a chair and sat in front of her desk. Keeping my eyes on the "leaves", I said, "let me give you a hand."

Who is this girl?! The alarming thought arose as I levelled my eyes to align with hers. Strings of more questions instantly flashed across my head. ~Why haven't I notice this person?~ Where did this person come from?~ Why is she so beautiful?~ Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?~ It took me awhile to consolidate the answers and conclude that she was not someone unfamiliar, she was just someone I have never envisioned at such close proximity . I kept the tremor within and asked what I could help with, and was assigned to draw 'veins' on the leaves to let it take shape.

I was very certain that even though I was not paying much attention to them, the rest of the female classmates were giving the what is this guy trying to do looks at each other. I continued to bury myself into the assigned task to avoid the awkwardness built up in the room.

Though there was not much of an interaction between the both of us, this was how I met you.

P.S. I very much miss the occasion where both of us artistically scribbled our names onto each others' desk.