Not to sound cheesy but I remember my A/L literature teacher used to tell us that we would encounter people and rela9onships that we can’t put a clean cut label on, much later in life. She also told us in the same breath that we would happen to cherish and reflect on such relationships or things of such calibre more often than not and they would be counted as life defining moments.
At the time I remember I was not taken aback by it thinking it was some groundbreaking ideology. I’m sure I was thinking something along the lines of “Sure ma’am that will help me with my two lit papers that I am supposed to write”. I am kidding. I took to heart. So much so that I have reminisced on her saying that time and time again after meeting and leaving people here and there.
But it was different this time. When I was thinking of her ideology, it was because of a person who stayed and who still is and hopefully still will be till we get old and it would be just him and I, in the kitchen sharing an orange that I just peeled for him. Because this time, he was calling me late at night on his way home after going to a friend’s party, a little bit tipsy turvy (just the acceptable wholesome level) crying over the revelation he made.
“It’s you. It’s you who I wanna be with. It’s you who I wanna spend the rest of my life with”.
Not to brag, but I knew this was coming from miles away when he texted me “How come I only want to be with you in a room full of people right now?”. Plus I’m a girl. Girls always know… and men are such wholesome, simple and predictable creatures. It only takes a 6-year-old to fully psychoanalyst a man of 22 years by just conversing with him for 20 minutes, so please do not give me that much credit for predicting the weather right away.
We were just friends at the time. Okay, who are we kidding. Maybe, just maybe friends with love and understanding for each other a little above and beyond the normal amicability most friends share with one another. But I was not one to fall for some sappy words of a man at 1 in the am. As a 21-year-old, I already had my frontal lobe developed by then.
But it was the fact that he took full accountability and admission over the tipsy revelations he made the very next morning. That was the moment I knew that I was in some deep waters. Almost enemy territory. But among the many great insights and takes my A/L literature teacher had taught us on Othello and To A Snowdrop that might have been actually instrumental had I retained any of that in my brain when I was sitting for my A/Ls the one singular thing that resonated the most with me was her take on life and people that come in seasons and for a lifetime.
And this guy who confessed to me over the phone tipsy, walking on his way home, ruining my beauty sleep at 2 in the am just became one for a lifetime. So turns out, my guy has always been one of “those people” but with a clean cut label. I was just too proud and egoistic to notice it. Okay, maybe not that proud and egoistic. We all are dumb when we are in love.
Kudos to my A/L literature teacher. Kudos to my guy (P.S. we still are young, dumb and very much in love,). Perhaps what she taught was useful and came a long way after all. All jokes aside, she is the primary reason I started loving writing and analysing things
and putting two and two together in creative writing.
The content may or may not be partly fictional.
