When The High School Love Leaves You 33 Years After
The legend he became was loved by many but I loved the boy.
The air was sticky with joy as torn notebook pages flew out the school windows like oversized confetti. Loud music and laughter reverberated throughout the courtyard. The seniors didn’t even bother hiding the bottles. They were all getting ready for the big farewell party that night, ushering in the summer break as well as a new era!
But I wouldn’t be going.
I still had one year left of school while the boy would be off at uni.
As I had been in love with him throughout high school, I knew his schedule by heart and where to find him that day.
Standing on the edge of a wide corridor, partly hidden by an opened classroom door, I watched him pass me by, and then climb the old stone staircase leading to the first floor. The boy was tall and slim, wearing the jersey of his favourite “Red Star” basketball player, the club he supported heart and soul.
I didn’t consider him beautiful, but the look of his caramel long-lashed eyes was enough to win me over. So gentle, yet cheeky playful at the same time. He couldn’t be anything other than kind, I thought, even if I didn’t know him. He was best friends with some of my close friends, but…
