That was about a year ago, when we were Secondary 4.
I remember our form teacher showing us a seating plan via the projector, and i found out that i was sitting next to you. I remember a classmate telling me 'good luck' as a joke, because he was your previous seating partner. So i shook my head in response, not noticing that glance you threw me while doing so.
I can't remember when the first time we actually talked was, but i think it was when i asked you to explain a mathematics question that i didn't understand.
I was interested in you.
You seemed like an interesting person and you attracted me.
I'm not sure if i told you this before, but i actually tried getting closer to you, once.
When i heard from a friend that you were going to school during the holidays for a CCA camp, while i was having mine, i got your number from him and made up an excuse to meet you, by asking if you had any wooden chopsticks that you could pass to me for my camp.
Too bad you fell sick and didn't show up for your camp.
That's the most i remember from before we became closer.
During the holidays, you invited me out for a movie, but i felt awkward so i invited a bunch more people to join us, spoiling all your plans. I remember after the movie, when we were both home, we whatsapped each other until 12, telling each other all our deepest, darkest secrets. I think, that was when you started having feelings for me, somehow.
You would whatsapp me often and tell me sweet, mushy things which made me feel all warm and tingly inside. I wasn't sure of my feelings, and i wasn't sure of what i should make of your feelings.
You dropped hints that were so obvious anyone could see it, but i chose to pretend that i didn't understand, for fear that you would make me decide when i wasn't ready.
Months passed, and you would accompany me to my tuition centre weekly, even though all you did was follow me there and go home after i'm gone. I was too shy and awkward to say anything to you during our walks to the centre, because i knew your feelings and i was afraid of doing anything i would regret.
One day, you offered to send me to my tuition centre, as usual.
But i blew up at you and scolded you, hurting you really badly in the process.
From that day onwards, i realised that i didn't want to hurt you anymore, because i might actually have feelings for you.
It pained me, knowing that i could hurt someone like that, and i realised how much you loved me.
A few more weeks passed, and we got closer everyday.
As i started to talk to you more and got to know you more, my feelings for you gradually increased.
On a Saturday, we had our first kiss at the void deck of my grandma's house. Or kisses, i should say.
And on 1st August 2012, you confessed to me once again and i kissed you as confirmation.
We have been together ever since,
and not a day goes by that i'm not grateful for you.
