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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2013 May 13 Comment on this Work [[2013.05.13.19.12.18816]] |
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In fifth grade, Pricilla was in love with me. a down-trodden frumpy girl, she looked like a frog according to the student body and maybe she did a bit, but I think she was pretty in a way children can't see, when I think back on her face. Poor too, maybe from a though family life. Pricilla was madly in love with me, a tall, skinny, dork certainly no "girl's boy". Always nice and polite Pricilla would find quite moments, "coincidental" one on ones near cubby holes, or chalk boards lunch lines to tell me that she loved me very very much, that it was confusing her, and she didn't know what else to do, but to tell me...., at which point, I would scorn her, rebuke her, and act disgusted After that, she would be quite, and probably suffer I guess. Weeks would pass lectures on division, the parts of speech would come and go maybe Holloween would begin to beckon and then Pricilla would find another place and time, a coincidental private moment, maybe in the library or near the bus stop. maybe on the way to arithmetic class to tell me she was very very in love with me and she didn't know what to do.... just like that. Honest desperation, "very in love with me", and she didn't know what else to do but tell me.... and then.... I would scorn her. Poor pretty Pricilla nice, and honest, and way ahead of her years in wisdom, disgusting to something she loved. She was only 10 years old. She is long gone, but not forgotten and neither are my memories of how I scorned her for loving me. |