Her name was Linda. She was blond, slightly taller than me and had the most remarkable lips that I’ve ever come across. She was stubborn, creative and energetic. She was not the girl that all the bad guys wanted, but she wasn’t exactly the teacher’s pet either. She always had a sparkle in her light blue eyes that quaintly reminded me of all the good things in life.
Me, on the other hand; I was the class nerd. I spent most of my time daydreaming about being a great man but never-the-less got beaten up by the class bullies on a daily basis. Even though I used to pick up flowers and flick the petals to see whether she loves me or loves me not, it wasn’t exactly love at first sight. Rather it was a progression of admiration and fondness that grew in my heart for a steady 12 months.
She was undeniably creative. Once we had a lesson in digital art (back then it was DOS based and we had to enter the coordinates to draw a simple line) and while I was trying hard to draw a complete square, she had drawn a portion of the Australian flag flawlessly. She was a great artist and painter too.
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