In 1996, I saw a boy for the first time. I had an immediate crush on him. A crush that lasted for years. My knees shook when I saw him, my mouth couldn’t speak. My schoolbooks were filled with doodles – hearts that framed his name. I noticed every little change in him and was jealous when he had a girlfriend. I wanted to make him jealous by kissing other boys. But between 1996 and 1999, we only spoke two sentences. I had pictures of him, his home address, and phone number; I knew the name of his sister and the name of his best friend. I knew his schedules… I was obsessed. And then, I forgot about Paulo. He became a distant memory, a name, and a fond smile, but nothing more. Today, Facebook sent me down memory lane by suggesting him as a friend.
I took a look at his profile, but it is as secretive as mine. But it was unmistakably him on the profile picture. I would never send a friend request to that man, but the memory was nice.
He is still good looking – better than I thought he would look by now. I almost took a screenshot of his picture to show my sister… But then I thought better of it. It would be very creepy to do so.
I’ll let him live his life, and I will continue to live mine. But I won’t deny it; it was pleasant – this run in with the past.