I remember my last few months in high school. It was spent devising clever ideas about unconventional courtship. I was so smitten in an exponential level that my sole preoccupation was with the ichy love stuff. The idea of courting my pubescent paramour came to me like a crashing thunderbolt. It was with Luanne , my bestfriend, that I had shared this marvelous plot. We were so in a cupid lovestruck mode I swear I could hear E.B.Browning’s "How much do I love thee", in my head. My silly infatuation had made an absurd romanticist out of me that led me into spilling my heart out via sappy Hallmark cards, late night calls which gave me tremendous convulsive ‘kilig’ moments, spray writing love nonsense in red Pylox paint over a government wall to immortalize my insanity over him, to sending trivial pudgy little pig stuffed toys best for gathering dust and cobwebs. It still escapes me as to why I gave him the latter. I had written him a library of love epistles and as I wrote those down I had to compose myself from drooling and took deep breaths lest I fall into a swoon from complete and utter joy. It hemorraged letters from me everyday. It was on Valentine’s day that I had received a token from him. It was a silver I.D. bracelet with the words I LOVE YOU engraved on it. The object of my affection finally took notice of my borderline obssession. It made me deliriously happy I felt like I grew another vagina. Luanne and I were partners in crime. We were fueled by our curiosity and our raging hormones. I have a lot of blog-worthy juvenile misadventures and a huge part of it is with her. My adolescent life would not have been as formative, fun, and memorable had it not been for her. I share a landscape of life-altering experiences with her and it most certainly rippled the waters of my sometimes stagnant pond.
