10 years
Just this Sunday past, girl X came over to my house for dinner.
She was the girl I had a crush on as 12-year-old, new to the convent school and the country. It was my first day of school, and girl X had walked past the corridor outside my classroom.
In the way that young children have, both wanting to share news and appear in-the-know, the girl sat next to me told me all about the famous X: she was a butch, the school basketball captain, school debater, in the top senior class, and was actually reputed to be a Nice person even!
Young and impressionable, and then, as now, with a real respect for talent, I was in Awe. She was my hero(ine). That first day of school when she walked past the corridor, I didn't get a look at her face, merely the barest glimpse of her side profile. And somehow, that year, I never saw her again. Nonetheless, throughout my life, I have always placed this (to me) almost mythical girl on a pedestal. And yet, I'd never even seen her face!
She graduated from school at the end of my first year at school. And I thought I'd never see her again ever, much less get to speak to her.
So it felt surreal when the girl X came to my house. Without hope, or even ever thinking I'd ever get to know this girl I've admired since I was 12 - she was one of those people/events that I had resigned as being unknowable in this life - she suddenly appeared in London, and then on my doorstep. Being the sappy romantic that I am, with a tendency towards dramatics, it feels almost like I've waited 10 years to meet this girl.
Sometimes Fate, and Life works in quirky ways. Maybe there is truth in what people say about not rushing/forcing fate, and us never knowing what the future will bring. We should be patient, and wait for Life to reveal itself to us in its own time. Because it's beautiful when something happens so very unexpectedly.
She was the girl I had a crush on as 12-year-old, new to the convent school and the country. It was my first day of school, and girl X had walked past the corridor outside my classroom.
In the way that young children have, both wanting to share news and appear in-the-know, the girl sat next to me told me all about the famous X: she was a butch, the school basketball captain, school debater, in the top senior class, and was actually reputed to be a Nice person even!
Young and impressionable, and then, as now, with a real respect for talent, I was in Awe. She was my hero(ine). That first day of school when she walked past the corridor, I didn't get a look at her face, merely the barest glimpse of her side profile. And somehow, that year, I never saw her again. Nonetheless, throughout my life, I have always placed this (to me) almost mythical girl on a pedestal. And yet, I'd never even seen her face!
She graduated from school at the end of my first year at school. And I thought I'd never see her again ever, much less get to speak to her.
So it felt surreal when the girl X came to my house. Without hope, or even ever thinking I'd ever get to know this girl I've admired since I was 12 - she was one of those people/events that I had resigned as being unknowable in this life - she suddenly appeared in London, and then on my doorstep. Being the sappy romantic that I am, with a tendency towards dramatics, it feels almost like I've waited 10 years to meet this girl.
Sometimes Fate, and Life works in quirky ways. Maybe there is truth in what people say about not rushing/forcing fate, and us never knowing what the future will bring. We should be patient, and wait for Life to reveal itself to us in its own time. Because it's beautiful when something happens so very unexpectedly.
1 Comments:
So, when u see her face finally, what was the feeling like??! Was there a turn in the tummy?? Haha..it is like Phantom of the Opera finally takes off his mask or something, not to insult her looks of course, u know,it just that MOMENT..when a FACe is finally being associated with tat MYSTICAL person...
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