Have you ever thought about your first love? The first girl you held in your arms and shared the magic of the very first kiss with?
Well that’s what I was doing a couple of days back whilst trying not to vomit as I watched the most obnoxious saccharinely sweet romantic movie I have seen in a long time. If you have not had the misfortune of seeing “Letters to Juliet” already may I suggest that you avoid it like the plague!
For those of you who does not know what the movie is about the story line can be found here. In a nutshell it is about a lady looking for her lover who she abandoned 50 years ago. However cheesy the movie was it had a certain fatal attraction for me and I must confess I watched it to the very end though some of the scenes were so sickeningly corny that it felt like someone was pricking needles into your eyes. Anyway the plot made me go back in time…
KS and I were both taking part in the Interschool Shakespeare competition for our respective schools and both schools were being trained by the same Drama coach. I was smitten the moment I saw her at our first joint rehearsal. I was young and shy and really did not know anything about wooing a person of the opposite sex. But I think she did like me because we were both on the same wave length. I can remember going to see her as she waited to take the bus home after school. I still can’t believe how I actually summoned the guts to ask her out to meet me at a restaurant and ask her if she would be my girl over a bottle of ice cold portello. I still remember going to a party down kawdana road and seeing her looking beautiful in a red dress. And then dancing… holding her close as the music slowed and the lights grew darker and then exchanging the very first kiss. Wooow it was magic.
But that was the first and last kiss we ever shared.
She was a brutally honest and upfront type and was straight forward enough to tell me straight that she really did not love me but only liked me. Maybe she thought her little diversion to while away the time was getting a little too serious for her own good. Maybe the letter I sent professing my true love was a little too manic. Or it could be that her parents actually found one of the letters I sent her though I really think it was just an excuse she created to legitimize our parting. I am still grateful to her for kicking me gently.
Sometimes I wonder what she is doing now. Unlike the other females who were in and out of my life our paths have never crossed. I must confess I even tried to search for her on Face Book with no luck. KS where ever you are you will be fondly remembered and cherished and I do hope one day fate will bring us together just so I can see you and know you have grown to be the wonderful person I imagined you to be.