Flying Sparks and Technicolors.

It must have been right after recess or right after the subject teacher walked out of the corridor. Maybe, it was just one of those carefree days where there were minimal contact with the teachers and maximum chit-chatting sessions going on around the classroom. Vividly, I remember the noise, my metal pencil case with an animated drawing of five ducks, and a ball point blue ink pen. I can't remember who it was but it must have been either vannie or helena who asked me; who I had feelings for.

The part between the question was asked and my answer is a blur to me. Feels like the ink was smudged off. But my answer; is still clear and fresh in my memory. I question myself still, what made me come up with that answer. I never really quite knew but the feelings I felt that moment, words cannot describe.

I tore an edge of my test-pad paper and wrote with my blue ink ball point pen. Neatly, folded it in half and inserted in into my metal case pencil box. I wanted so badly to share my joy with my two best friends but I never got the chance to. At least not on that day because they never saw the piece of paper. Nobody saw. Nobody knew, the moment when there were flying sparks and technicolors in my heart bursting with overflowing joy.

BAH! I still have a blocked nose. But it's okay I will be fine. I will be fine. I will be? Sigh. Have you ever made the same mistakes over and over again and still, you don't learn from them?

P.s. : It was written, in capital letters, GOD. :)

Goodnight everyone.