I remember your face from when I first walked through the library doors, hot and tired. There I saw you, in between two other boys. I remember that day how angry I was, that I became an ambassador to introduce new kids in my grade. How that rage rose up within me, as I suppressed it to appear nice to the sixth graders. But then, I saw you, standing there, your frizzy hair hanging around your face. In that moment, my rage calmed down not because of how calmly you were standing there, instead of having nervous jitters. At the time I thought, "At least the new kids aren't really cute." Now I look back, smiling at myself because of my reaction back then. I know you probably won't remember this, but you changed me. You made me feel emotions I never knew existed. I am eternally grateful to you for that.
JE LEEST
Remembering you
Kort verhaalYou were there when I was in my raw state, distant yet close. You probably see me as another face in the crowd, but I don't. I remember you. I remember you. This is a short, sweet story based on my life. When I say based, what I really mean is it is...
