I've decided to write "memory" posts from now on, maybe once a week?
Well, here is the first one.
Well, here is the first one.
For as far as I can remember he always had been the hard-working kid. He was never really nice to me, in fact I always felt like he looked down on me and didn't even bother to think about me at all. But he had always been the one to take care of everything, from every house hold chores to little crying baby cousins. On top of everything on his shoulder, he was the best student in his class. He was smart and clever. It's like there was nothing he couldn't do, he always somehow managed to top everything. I envied him but at the same time felt sorry for him and felt all other things for him. He matured faster than rest of us did. Maybe this is why, sometimes I would save up a bar of snickers, even my own and wait for the most casual opportunity to give it to him and him only. Of course, only on those times he would actually appreciate my presence. It used to bother me a lot, the way he never even cared about me after all those years of our childhood. But somehow, maybe it's because he didn't care, I ended up feeling the way I felt for him. Yet, I don't really know what I felt for him, but all I know is that I loved the way he used to walk so fast and I would almost half run to catch up with him in the mornings to go to school together. And when he sew my barbie dress for me and did it even better than I could, there was nothing I could do to stop all the things I felt for him. Then there was the moment, I didn't even realize at first what I was doing and was about to do. He had his baby cousin in his lap and was playing with him sweetly. I came up to them as they were sitting under the barn shadow, he was trying to teach his cousin to kiss on the cheek. The cute little baby was clueless to what he was saying or doing, so I tried to show the baby how to do it. I pouted my lips and leaned closer to him without even thinking twice. Then all of sudden I realized he was backing away and when I looked up into his eyes, he awkwardly asked me what I was doing. I jolted backwards and managed to mutter "nothing" before I ran away. Why couldn't I just kiss him on the cheek, it would just be a peck if I ever was to do it and plus we were only children. Why did he had to back away and make things complicated?

























