krisihopelessdaydreamer: heeeyo :)) recent follower, and im loving your blog. :))
my story isnt much, but i find it cute and i wanted to share it anyway.
okay. well. i'll start with my mom's story. you'll see how it kinda fits. my mom and dad are four years apart [mom's younger]. so, they were never together in school. in kindergarten, my dad's mom, my grandma, was my mom's teacher. my dad finished school, so he decided to visit his mom, in kindergarten. it so happened to be picture day. so in my mom's kindergarten picture, with my grandma as her teacher, my dad was in the corner of the picture. not sure how he got there.
so, technically, i would say, that my parents met in kindergarten.
i dont know if they ever saw each other again within that time. then, first year after high school. my mom was hanging out with her 2nd cousin [close family], who was friends with my dad. one day, my mom's cousin invited her to burn some videocassetes at his friends place [my dad]. there, he introduced them, and they fell in love and lived happily ever after. actually.
so, my story. there was this guy. i met him in kindergarten, and we quickly became best friends. me, my girl best friend, and him. that was my circle in kindergarten. of course, i had a gigantic crush on him. my parents would always tell me what when they asked who's my boyfriend [while i was in kindergarten/first grade] i would always tell them him, without even hesitating. i remember feeling on top of the world when i went to his birthday party, and found out i was the only girl he invited, with a few other guys in the class (small party). not that i should have been surprised, we were best friends. and he was also the only boy in mine, besides my brother who's there by default.
okay, then. the end of grade one. we moved. across the globe. literally. 5414 miles away. and that was 7 years ago. we had no contact, being in grade one. the sad thing is, the only thing i pretty much know about him is his first name. i dont know his last name, and i dont remember where he lived. i also know how he looked in kindergarten, but that's about it. i have my kindergarten picture on my bedside table. and much of the pictures i have from later on were smudged and you can't see his face clearly. and i know it's crazy and sad, but sometimes i would just imagine that i go back, and he's waiting for me at the airport and i run into his arms and hug him and we would twirl around. but the sad thing is, even if by some chance we do see each other again, we wouldn't recognised each other. i don't know if i'm going back there before i finish high school [3 years] so i wouldn't have seen him for 10 years. you don't just recognise someone from kindergarten after 10 years. sadly.
this is such a cute cute cute story!! I thought the ending was you guys meet each other are and are together as of the moment. grrrr. I really hope that happens… wouldnt that be romantic? ahhh. dont you have his facebook? or anything at all? maybe theres a way to track him down. asking old friends that you know…i know theres some kind of connection…a way fro you guys to communicate. and ohhh how i wish he still remembers you! thank you so much for sharing! it’s such a good read:))
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