And Then It Came To the Point When I Asked Myself
It was a hot
afternoon long ago when my teacher was dictating hard questions for our quiz in
History. I was still in grade three back then, childish, vulnerable, friendly,
and very much pissed with our quiz. I didn't study the night before and had no
one else sitting next to me but him. I couldn't ask for answers because he was
new back then and I was afraid he might ignore me, but I was wrong. When the
quiz became harder I got even more pissed and didn't want to have a poor grade
so I bravely poked and approached him, gave a huge friendly smile and asked,
"Would you mind sharing answers with me?" He smiled back and said
"Not at all! I'm Jasper. And you are?" And from that moment on we
became good friends. That one simple conversation started my adventurous and
irreplaceable bonding and friendship with Jasper.
We remained
friends until high school. But soon I realized Jasper and I have only a few
months left to bond with each other before high school ended. So, I got scared.
I became possessive of him, I always followed him, I got angry when he hung out
with someone else, I demanded more time with him than the usual and it made him
feel tied up and captured. it was like I took away his freedom. My
possessiveness led him to staying away from me; he even stopped hanging out
with me. He avoided me and wanted to get rid of me, and I felt rejected. I
couldn't understand why he was hurting me when all I wanted was his time and
attention. I cried every night thinking of how to escape the pain. after all
the crying and the attention seeking, I got tired and through; I stopped
minding him, I stopped communicating, I stopped posting pathetic drama on
Facebook and I even thought of just forgetting everything we had been through
since our third grade.
