Ode to the first. (Chapter 1)

Let this be the sweetest thing I ever wrote; Sweeter than the bottom of a Kool-Aid pitcher. Sweetest because I speak of a love that inspires me perpetually.

Donna is the closest thing I have to a soul-mate if one ever existed. Let me tell you our story.

MEET DONNA

Back when I was just 11 years old, I was aloof to idea of love. I may have been curious about plenty of other things but certainly not love. It was not uncommon for boys my age to be consumed by toys, games and hobbies not crushes, relationships and intimacies. Do you still remember the stage when boys thought girls had cooties? Well, that was me.

I was in for a big surprise. I guess one day God decided to bestow some love upon me. Not that I wasn’t blessed enough but maybe it was His way of saying “Here… try this”. “This” was something new that I was due to feel. “Meet Donna”, God spoke to my heart. Unknowingly, I was to fall in love for the 1^st time. (Yes, it’s cheesy! Shut up)

There I was, weak-kneed every time she'd come near. This girl, for many reasons, was disarming; All 4’11 of her. I was too shy to even say a single word but if “eye-candy” were taken literally, I could have already been considered diabetic. Silly me, I was so motivated to go to school just to see her. However, for a time, that’s all it was. I just stole glances but had the slightest clue of what to do next.

One night, as part of my pre-sleep prayers, I prayed a prayer I would never forget. Randomly, I asked God for her to "please save a spot in her heart for me". I don't know why I prayed for that. After all, I was still too naïve and afraid to push forth. Some other guys in our school had already made it blatant that they liked her. Not me, though. I was too nervous to divulge my feelings for her. Wait, feelings? In a sense, I wasn’t sure of how to go about it. I was only sure of how much I liked her and how effortlessly she would sweep me off the ground I stood. I was left to ponder, wishfully, if she’d ever like me back. I left it up to fate. I left it up to God. I was still too young. My young mind couldn’t process what my throbbing heart was trying to say.