We dated when i was in form three. I can't remember for how long, but i know we met at one of those motivational camps my tuition centre organised because they were heavily in debt. Cutting a long story short, we discovered we lived nearby each other and started going for bike rides in the evenings. Cliched but i was seriously too young to manufacture or scheme. Anyway, she was the one who confessed out of the blue. And very much contrary to popular opinion, i didn't immediately jump at the opportunity. Instead i calmly told her - lets think about this and not get carried away.
(At least i tried to do the adult thing. You have to give me at least that.)
So with quivering bladders and overloaded heart valves, we started out - holding hands, going for movies, spending the occasional and very, very innocent night over. New love is always a ton of fun. That is was hers and my first love (i still cant say it with out a shudder no matter how sweet) was pure icing on the cake.
Then came break up time. Wholly Shit. And i do mean it was a wholesomely shitty experience. The main wedge in our relationship - my cluelessness, or what she perceived was my cluelessness. Since i have trouble remembering what i have for breakfast, i'm not going to argue with events that transpired six years ago.
But enough with the history lesson already. So there i was, in Bangsar at this Indian restaurant ten minutes early because i thought i should do the right thing by not having the lady wait on me. My illusions of being a gentleman were quickly dealt with, when she turned up half an hour late. Her excuse - i would never have expected you to be early. My response - of course not. Here's another surprise for you, a bloody nose. Haha... i'm kidding.
Anyway... we joked... we laughed... we reminesced about who was the bigger dolt when we broke up (apparently it was me again). I found out she had been going through some pretty tough times and so had i. But the great thing was, we still recognised the fifteen year-olds in each other - we could still laugh at ourselves and crack idiotic jokes. That's what makes life-long friendships i think. It doesn't matter if it will be another six years before we suddenly sms and decide on dinner, because i reckon six years from now, things will have changed but they would have also stayed the same.
