FIRST LOVE
You met her during primary school, too innocent, back then to know you are in love. What you know was that you want her attention solely to yourself, but she did not know of your presence. So you called her names and tried to bully her. Keyword: tried. She may be chubby and meek but when people tried to bully her, she fights back. Hard. The first time you tried, you got a black eye for it but that did not stop you. You come back for more. She hated you, and you know that for a fact.
During secondary school, both of you, by stroke of luck (maybe for her it is bad luck) got the same school. You already grew up a bit by then and started to comprehend bit by bit your attraction to her. The first year was hell; you were in denial but never stopped teasing her. You saw disgust and hatred in her eyes and that broke your heart. She always fights back, calling you names. That hurt you more.
It was during second year that you decide to confess to her. Problem was that by that time you were already tagged with codename 'Casanova' by your peers and she never respond to your confession, passing it off as a joke. You got a girlfriend after that, she is a beauty that many sought after but only love you. But it was never the same, that girl is not the same as her. The feeling is not there. You think she is happy for you as she rarely called you names anymore but then why is it that it still hurts?
After third year, you moved into more prestigious school, leaving her and your girlfriend in your old school. After that, you never heard of her again but she never completely disappeared from your mind. You continue with your relationship and time flew past you without you ever noticing.
Right now, you are in a train, heading home. Who knew semester break is so boring. Yes, you are in university now. The train stopped for a while to take more passengers. You could not care less, simply watching more people coming in. Then, you feel time frozen. It is her again. You are speechless. She sees you, and started walking towards you. Your emotions are in turmoil. She smile, and you think this is the first time she ever smile to you. Both of you talked for a while. You arrived at your destination but feel the reluctance to move. At last you walked out of the train, leaving her with a smile on her face, seemingly happy to meet you and you know that, that night you would not get any sleep.