only until I was talking to Kim,
That these blissful memories came back.
Of those times, quarter to four..
You and Duc would be there, waiting ever so patiently for the cranbourne/pakenham line to stop at Yarraman Station.
As the two girls would walk out of the station laughing and giggling, you would come closer, and start with a shy, but awkward smile. You would wave, wrap your arms around me and just kiss my forehead whilst I’d continue to laugh…
You’d swing my bulky bag over one shoulder, and wrap me up in the other arm. All at once walking with your bike until we got to the path we could finally ride on.
You get on the bike, and hold it steady, whilst I climb aboard the two tiny little foot pedals. Stand, and wrap my arms around your waist. You would go slow, pedaling just enough to move, and pick up the pace. and then eventually, we were going fast enough to feel the wind through my hair.
You’d pedal and pedal, as with the other pair, and we would stop at the local milk bar to buy ice cream or juice. Hop aboard our only means of transportation and ride to Dom’s Pizza. We would buy a half and half pizza, share it fair and square, lie under the summer shade and laugh about the day.
I can’t believe I’ve forgotten about that until now. It’s been so long since I’ve had a care-free day like that. It’s been three years, since I wore that uniform, when you wore yours, and we were those young teenagers at the park. I miss the days where you waited outside for me, under the tree near the corner of my school.
And all the girls laughed, pointed, giggled and teased. To the point my teacher had to move me away from the window so we could all get dismissed and leave..
I miss the days where you suprised me, by being around the corner at my bus stop, instead of my school, to try to trick me that you couldn’t make it…
Or the time you came to pick me up, and my dad did too!! So you just had to get on the car, as awkward as it was, you did it anyway!
I miss those endless messages from you every night, telling me why I was the only one you could ever love. How you wished we were older, and were driving. How you wanted to marry me, and have 3 kids, a house and 2 cars.
I just most those days, were the future was hazy, and days were filled with blissful, naive thoughts. When I was 17, and we were so in love, that a minute without knowing where the other was, was just that little bit too painful to bare.
haha, oh man.. has age just hit me hard.. !!
