Chinee

Memories of my high school years come back to me whenever I'm reminded of the fact that she will be coming here to Canada soon. Not exactly in Montreal where I am based, but in Toronto instead. Not that it's actually far or anything like that. In fact, it's a very close location to where I currently reside. And I will be able to easily see her whenever I want to. We weren't exactly very close back then, but it wasn't really like we were distant either. She was one of those girls back in high school that I had an easy time being around with. Well, I don't even think it was because of me. It was because of her. Because of how easy going she seemed and the type of person she was. She was quite something. Too bad at the time, I was oblivious to see that and only now that I'm thinking about it that I finally realize.

She wasn't one of those snobby girls that somewhat judged other students and/or thought highly of herself. I think it's the main reason why, as someone who wasn't really anyone important nor popular, I found it easy to talk to her or just be around her. I'm glad she was like that and I'm happy to know that somehow, up to this day, she remembers me just like how I remember her. Although I am not exactly certain as to how she remembers me and what kind of person she thought I was back then. I think after all these years that passed, I have grown up and became more mature despite my occasional display of childishness. Maybe it is time I ask her a few questions and learn more about her. I see this not just a chance to see a classmate from back then. But also an opportunity to get to know someone I knew back then but didn't really take the time to see what kind of person she really was. I kinda regret that now.

(A classmate and a personality from my past.)

Like mentioned above, not exactly sure how she remembers me and what she thought of me back then. Looking back now, I don't think it would've mattered to me what she thought. I suppose it's only now that I am sort of curious since [deleted].

Though I'll be honest, I don't remember much anymore. But I have not completely forgotten her either. There's just a few collection of memories that seemed to have made their marks and engraved themselves unto my mind. And even after all these years, they remain very vivid like it only happened yesterday.
There was one time when I saw her with her father in school at NEUST. I don't really remember well how he looked like. All I know was that he seemed very tall. And another one is when we were in 2nd year HS, she used to sit behind me with her other friends. This one is a bit blurry to me, but that's how I believe it was at the time. But the one that I really remember without any stain of doubt whether it took place or not was that one time we were on the other compound of the school. Normally for CoEds. It was dark in the hallway towards the classroom and for the life of me I can't remember anymore why we were even standing in front of each other. I normally keep my distance from girls because I was a shy guy. I suppose we encountered each other in the hallway and for some reason, she stood there in front of me and she... she grabbed my nose. -_-
I don't quite remember anymore why she did that. And what she said as she squeezed my nose. But I do remember feeling weird. Not in a dirty way or anything like that. More like a feeling of asking myself what to do or what to say. In fact, I don't remember anymore what happened after that. It's almost as if the memory just ended there or got stuck there. But it's that single memory of her I have that I don't think I'll ever forget. Ever.

She said she needs my help. I don't know what she meant by that and what I must do. Well... I know of things I should do, but it's very unfortunate that I may not be in a position to provide her of the help I wish to give. Once again, I have failed to be a reliable person for someone I want to take care of. It's quite a wake up call and a kick on the ass. It won't be long until she's here. I am jobless and my funds are very limited at the moment. I need to make something happen so I can help her out and be there for her. I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to lose this way again. She said I'd be the only one she know when she gets here. Well, she knows my name and my face. But I doubt she really knows who I am and what I am. What I've done and what I've become. I guess it won't matter. The important thing is I turn things around and be ready for when she gets here. I want to help her and be there for her. It's something I must do. Not because I have to, not because I need to. But just because I want to.

I also asked her to bring me three of my favorite Slapshock albums! Pretty excited about that! Can't wait! Would be cool to blast that in the car for when I finally get one! I hope she doesn't forget! We need to talk more before she gets here.