I still do.
How we first met at Amk mrt station then called each other silly names; how we went "steady" in sec 1 and how I've always waited for her badminton training to end at Hougang stadium. How devastated I was when we broke up after 19 days and subsequently for the next few years how I'd deliberately sit on the right-side upper-deck of 88 to look into her house every morning while on my way to school. How I'd once in a blue moon pluck out some courage to ask her out for a concert or movie. How we got close once again after a one year or so break. How we studied for O'levels together at J8; how we coincidentally met each other at the bus stop under my house on O'levels results collection day. How excited we were about going to JC and how firm we were on not going to the same school. How I first went to her house to meet the parent and how we eventually got close. How we celebrated each other's birthday with her baking a cheese cake for mine and me learning "Happy Birthday" on violin for hers. How we studied for A'levels together at SSC and Amk library. And how we eventually broke up and moved on to our own individual life.
I still do remember a lot of things. I'll really consider it my first love and first loves are never easy to forget.
But all these memories no longer feel like just yesterday. I've grown, and the fading of these memories are good testimonies.
