I don’t know you, but I want you all the more for that.
Falling slowly
by Glen Hansard
I had my first crush when I was nine.
We grew up together, both our parents being foresters. He shared my interest in nature, often coming with me on various excursions through the sprawling woods of the research institute we both call home.
To him I dedicated my very first love note, which offered the naive, simple words: Kita sayang awak.. I was a tad nervous, but I guess I’d somehow overlooked the outcome. He and I were great friends, what was the worst that could happen? He’d probably call me silly and laugh himself to death for a bit, but by the time we get to planning our next afternoon meandering, everything should have been forgotten..
Or not.
I found out that day, my buddy-turned-crush had a penchant for dramatics. In front of what felt like a million classmates, he made a show of shredding my note to pieces before literally throwing it in my face. 20 years later and my ears still rang with the simple words that came after: Cuba cermin sikit..
His gang was in stitches; my girlfriends were irate.
First taste of rejection: complete.
Lesson 1: Hearts do not belong on sleeves.
We grew up together, both our parents being foresters. He shared my interest in nature, often coming with me on various excursions through the sprawling woods of the research institute we both call home.
To him I dedicated my very first love note, which offered the naive, simple words: Kita sayang awak.. I was a tad nervous, but I guess I’d somehow overlooked the outcome. He and I were great friends, what was the worst that could happen? He’d probably call me silly and laugh himself to death for a bit, but by the time we get to planning our next afternoon meandering, everything should have been forgotten..
Or not.
I found out that day, my buddy-turned-crush had a penchant for dramatics. In front of what felt like a million classmates, he made a show of shredding my note to pieces before literally throwing it in my face. 20 years later and my ears still rang with the simple words that came after: Cuba cermin sikit..
His gang was in stitches; my girlfriends were irate.
First taste of rejection: complete.
Lesson 1: Hearts do not belong on sleeves.
5 comments:
Kena reject sebenarnya sangat sweet.
Sekarang bley la cakap bro; bila dah boleh pandang belakang dan gelakkan diri sendiri.. ^^
But back then.. sweet was definitely not the word I'd use to describe the feeling.
Pain in the tuckus, maybe.. (=_=)v
That's why guys are idiots. Hmph.
I bet he feels like a complete arse now Kak Sofie, thinking of what he said last time.
Shana! hahaha..
I met him recently, after 20 years!
Tetiba je dia datang ofis. Akak ingat ada urusan apa, rupanya dia caterer for our meeting..
Serius, tak kenal langsung! Sampai la dia tegur.. Well, at least HE remembers ME.. ;p
About feeling like arse, I doubt he even remembers. Guys are like that..
saya kenai Falling slowly dari muvie once, the frame kan?
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