My Youth

To my first crush,

You are always so memorable.

You managed to crack me up with your humor with minimal effort. 

Although sometimes you cross the boundaries and annoyed me a little,

It was an undeniable fact that I love you.

But how does a 7-year-old girl know what is love?

Maybe it was just a 5-year long infatuation... that I willingly gave my heart and time away to

A lingering habit... 

All the memories...

Us playing catching together.

Me accidentally looking at you for our class photo. 

Your hand-made bracelet gift. 

My feelings of inferiority and shyness. 

I regret running away 

Till you had gotten into a relationship 

And I cried over it. 

However, what is youth without regret?

And even if it stings me, 

It was necessary for me to learn and grow from it.  

Some people kept telling me that you loved me after graduation. 

Wasn't it too late? What was the point of knowing it now?

When we were both unwilling to confess.

One last question though...

Singapore is so small,

How is it that I have not met you again yet?

I was pretty sure I heard your distinct name.

I looked around to spot a familiar face but was disappointed I could not find you at all. 

I wasn't sure if you heard my name or if you remembered me at all.

I just... wanted a glimpse of you which perhaps was too much to ask for

And I should be content for the few minutes we were in the same space, breathing the same air.