The lines has fallen onto pleasant places. Have you heard about that saying?
The bell rang, and it’s about time to move from English class to Geography class. Oh my world... I didn’t finished my Geography homework yesterday. I remembered. .
As we were moving from one class to the other, fear creeps in, our Geography teacher is so strict that she does not even crack a joke with school kids, at all. One should know their places in her class.
As I was trying to complete my homework I bend down to write, it was then, when I saw a bright color from the corner of my left eye, shrrrrrrrr... splash of bling-bling break forth from what seems to be a rainbow colors. The lines has fallen onto pleasant places. Then, I saw a prince stepping forward. A fine human piece of artwork, in every sense of the word, eyes have never seen. I was the first and the only one who saw him first from that realm, who had discovered that precious treasure placed amongst us.
As I stood there, with an open mouth, amazed with gladness, caught up in my fairytale vision, the pen and the book dropped out of my hand and I didn’t even noticed. The quee had moved on, students went into classes. My fellow students had already entered into the class and the teacher were about to close the door to start with the lesson for day.
Thanks for my friend, Lisa-Marry. She had realized that I did not entered the class. So, she ran out of the class to go and look for me. She stood few steps away from the door and called my name, but I couldn’t hear her. She had to come closer to me and shake me out of my beautiful bling-bling world.
Kimberly, Kimberly what are you doing? She shouted. Let’s go. The lesson is about to start. As, I stood there with a broad smile, she could not understand what I was smiling at, as all students went into their classes and there were no one in front of me. Then, she shaked me again for the second time. Oh no, this time around she managed to draw me back into reality and my beautiful bling-bling vision zoom out into a real world.
Back to my sense, off we ran inside the class.
From that day my ❤️heart and mind was set on this precious human piece of artwork. I had fallen in love with that surrounding where I saw that precious treasure. I called it a treasure, because in my world I never saw such a precious human piece of artwork. Its only me who had noticed and discovered that rare artwork, what else can that be, if it is not a treasure, meant to bring to me overflowing joy and lightens up my life in this cold and mean world. I believed it was indeed a hidden treasure meant for my eyes only, as others could not sees what I could see. This was absolutely meant for my eyes, I believed so. To confirmed it all, I never saw bees roaming around my precious treasure.
A new day for me:
From that day onwards my life has changed for good. School was the best place to be and more of an adventure. Everything about me and around me had changed beautifully. I wanted to do good in school and look at my very best, at all times.
This precious treasure from my fairytale vision would always stood at the school entrance with his friends. And as a result I was driven to become more punctual, as coming in time to school would give me the opportunity to lay my eyes on him, before starting my day with gladness and of course filled with smiles throughout, which is a good thing for my mental health and my overall wellbeing
The disturbing truth:
The disturbing truth that I had to deal with, was if I did not see him at school or if he did not come to school on a particular day, that day would always be a sad day for me. As much as I would try to put smile on my face, without realizing, unnoticeably my face would slide back into a long face. This can only mean that the love I had for this human piece of artwork was truly great, coming from my deepest inner being, that’s why it could alter my facial expressions and tumble my world upside down, just for a day that I did not sees him.
Not only did his absence alter my facial expressions sadly, but could also affect the energy around me. My closes friends would sense it, but they probably thought it was the mood swings as some times when girls goes on their menstrual cycle, with changes in their hormones, would affect their moods and behaviors. So they’ve probably thought so, little did they knew that there was an earthquake moving underground on the school campus, glancing at me with a precious stone that would divide my heart into two pieces at certain days, should a day passes by without me seeing him.
For the first time since I was born, I have never felt like this before. A feeling beyond explanation. Such a beautiful feeling as If I was carrying the whole summer season inside my stomach, with refreshing flowing spring of water, with bubbles and butterflies flying all over, 🌞 sunflowers and 🌹 roses joyfully opening up, to embrace the fresh breath of life from the bright shining sun rays.
How, I wish words could turn this feeling into an image so that you can see with you own eyes, to be able to understand what I mean. Well, there is some several good feelings I know out there, such as that one of Christmas Festive season or a Family Holiday on the most famous island with breathtaking beaches and Palm trees. But, this one, this kind of a feeling its totally in a class of its own. A feeling so priceless that cannot be compared or traded for anything.
The saddest part of my bling-bling fairytale life at the school campus, my jaw dropping, precious treasure, my fine piece of human artwork, ever existed and walked on this planet Earth, he never noticed me. I befriended his classmate hoping to get closer to him, but from the look of things, as much as I tried to look for his attention, he saw me as a kid, one of the juniors on the school campus looking for a big brother covering, for protection against the school bullies
That’s how he saw me, how painful that was?
I can’t say heartbreaking, because, deep down I knew I was not at his level, nor closer to his age or class in terms of social status. He was a senior, very intelligent, well mannered, highly favored by the teachers, especially by the school principal. The principal would always talk highly of him and encouraged the learners to follow his example.
Amongst his peers, friends and classmates they treated him with great reverence, loved and respected him, as he was also a School Headboy. He was a definition of perfection. His English accent and pronunciation of words will keep you abay. Well groomed, calculated, present, focussed, was the evidence that he indeed came from a very good and upper-class family. From his neat appearance, complete school uniform every single day, punctuality as the parents would dropped him at school every morning, was one of the things that set him apart from the rest, adding up to his perfection.
At times I would be starring at him and wondered, if he were bathing with the same water as everybody else were bathing with in the city, that was giving him such a glowing clean and soft skin. Let alone his finest hand crafted face features including his pencil tip nose, would easily swiftly and unconsciously drove one into deep starring at him.
What I like about him the most, was his majestical walk. When he walk, he walk like someone who was going somewhere. A man with a vision and on a mission. No wonder he was chosen as a School Headboy. You could see a great world leader in him and that was evident.
I only realized a bit late, that his fine, soft, healthy look could have actually came from a proper nutritional intake, as he came from a wealthy family with big houses, cars and drivers that would drop him at school. Surely, they could afford proper nutritional three basic meals a day, with other snacks in between, rich in vitamins and minerals.
Before I knew it, my mouth watering journey with my heart longing to see this precious piece of human artwork every single day, the year came to an end. Separation took place. Seniors were separated from the juniors. My joy was shuttered.
Even though, I did not get a chance to talk to him or even him to hold my hand throughout this journey, seeing him from the distance was enough for me. How I wish he knew my name and he could even say it.- Kim, Kim. He was'nt a loud speaker, but even if he could have uttered that softly, could have save a day.
All I know, I walked on the same ground he walked on. And he gracefully inhabited my mind during that lifetime, even though he never laid his eyes upon me. His presence in my mind was enough. I cherished that. One day when I am old and grey, I will be sitting on the bench and tell an authentic heart-warming love story of My "million dollar" High School Crush, to my grandchildren.