Zahra…
Hello, my childhood memory. So, this is about the first person I had a crush on, her name is Zahra.
Haha, I don’t know if this is going to sound weird. I really don’t care anyway; I’ll just keep writing this on Medium.
Hi, Zahra.
Do you remember when we played around a lot in elementary school? At that time, you sat in the second to last row. We sat close enough, even though we sat in different rows.
If I can describe how you used to be, I can say that you were gorgeous, brilliant, and quiet. You didn’t talk much as you only talked when it was necessary. That’s what made me fall for you.
I never really said it, but you seemed to know.
I used to play at W’s house, he somehow told me that your house was not far from his. I pretended to be casual about it as if it had not been a big deal, but I found myself asking the same question every time I hung out at W’s house: “Is Zahra playing there?”
Unfortunately, we never bumped into each other because it seemed at that time you were always somewhere else.
It was thrilling, Zahra. Lots of people liked you too as I did.
One moment I remember the most is when you came to me on your own and wished me a happy birthday.
I can’t stop smiling every time I think about it.
Ah, don’t you remember the basic procedure before entering the classroom? We were told to line up in front of the class before entering it. Fun fact, I was trying to find a way so we could stand side by side. I didn’t care when Miss C told us to line up according to our height, I looked for every opportunity to always be near you.
However, those times, unfortunately, stopped since we got to the 2nd grade. I didn’t know anything about you, except for the fact that you moved, whether to another school or another city.
I was trying to find out. Your best friend said you moved to another city.
Sadness rained down on me, but what could I really do about it?
When I attended a virtual class some time ago, a notification from Google Photos appeared, it turned out to be photos from elementary school. Those photos reminded me of you. Then, I installed Instagram on my phone just to check the following list of one of my elementary school friends in the hope that I could find you.
I typed your name in the search bar. Snap. I didn’t find you. Well, I found someone named Zahra, but she’s not Zahra I used to have a big crush on in elementary school.
It was really hard to find you, huh?
After hours of trying to find you on social media, I finally gave up. I haven’t been able to find you. However, I wish you are always happy wherever you are now.
Those memories are starting to fade away, Zahra. I don’t want to lose those sweet little memories, so at least this is what I can do to keep them in mind; writing on Medium. Maybe I’ll write it more neatly later and post it on the formal web.