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My First Crush: The Girl with the  Hands

When I think back to my high school days, a lot of memories blur together like chalk dust after the bell rings — but one stands out clearer, outlined in soft pencil and shaded with a quiet fondness. My first crush sat just a few desks ahead of me. She probably never knew she was the reason I looked forward to certain classes a bit more than others.

She was usually focused on school work ,like  we all did but when she had some time like I did less often with art   , she will more often lean over her desk, her pencil or colored markers moving like they had secrets to tell. She was good — really good — at drawing and coloring. I still remember how I admired the way her art would come alive on plain paper.

Sometimes I found enough courage to speak to her. It was never anything grand — a simple “Hi”, maybe a question about the homework, or a comment about her drawing  that day. I don’t think I ever told her how much I liked her  or how it made me see her in colors too —  calm, and beautifully detailed.

Back then, I didn’t have much to offer except my quiet admiration and my shy attempts at conversation. But looking back, I realize I learned something about paying attention to beauty — not just in sketches and colors, but in people, in the way they focus on what they love.

She was my first crush — a girl who turned blank pages into things worth looking at. I never confessed my feelings. And maybe that’s okay. Some first crushes are meant to stay just as they are: a simple, sweet memory sitting a few desks ahead of who we used to be.

so Until next time.

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