Tonight my friend told me about his parents' young love.
His parents started dating when they were 12 years old and got married at 17. Although initially their parents disapproved of their young marriage, they have proved that love is possible no matter what age you are.
They now have 3 kids, almost 30 years into their marriage and still wildly in love ;)
When my friend told us this, all the girls' hearts at the table melted and I was so inspired to write a story...
(suggestion for a title welcome!)
The
day the new Year 7s came was exciting. I could see they were nervous. Their unfaded
navy polos separated us from them. At recess, we told them middle school was so
much harder than primary. The teachers don’t care about you as much. You only
get forty five minutes of lunch and fifteen for recess. And there was absolutely no room for crying. At all.
By
lunchtime, two girls had cried of homesickness. My group of boys rolled our
eyes and barged past them, rugby ball in hand.
“Christopher!”
I heard my name being called out crossly.
My
teacher was standing in the doorway, frowning. “I saw that you ran into Anna.
Apologise to her please.”
I
looked at the tiny blonde girl next to her in a pink headband and red
puffy eyes from crying. I could feel my friends behind me pause to watch what I
would do.
I
bit my lip. “Sorry,” I shrugged at her.
She
sniffed and nodded ever so timidly.
I
ran to my friends and played rugby all lunch time.
The
next day, I walked out of my front door with my lunch bag in hand. I turned
around to swivel my backpack around when I saw the crying girl from yesterday walking on the
sidewalk.
She
smiled slowly and said, “You’re in my class.”
I
stashed my lunch in my bag, nodded and kept walking ahead of her.
That
day I remembered her name.
Anna.
After
school, Anna followed me all the way home. I ran up my driveway and into the
house, shutting the door firmly behind me. I couldn’t see Anna through the
window, she must’ve kept on walking.
The
next week I learnt she lived around the corner from me.
The
next month I took out my bike and went for a ride on the streets. Anna was on
her yellow bike too.
“Chris!”
She called out when she saw me.
“Annaaaa.”
Her
grin glinted in the afternoon sun as she rode to meet me in the middle of the
road.
“You
got braces,” I said.
She
nodded. “Yeah, do you like them?” She bared her teeth, showing a pink row of
metal.
“Yeah.”
“They
hurt. I just got them today.”
“No
wonder you weren’t at school.”
“Aw
did you miss me?”
I
laughed out loud and we biked around the cul de sac street until her mother
came out of the house and waved her in.
Just
before term break I learnt her mother makes delicious homemade pizza and Anna
has a room all to herself.
“I
have to share a room with my older brother,” I said as I glanced around her floral
room.
“What’s
he like?”
“Anthony?
He’s in high school and he has a girlfriend.” I stuck my tongue out in disgust.
Anna
looked down at her feet.
During
term break Anna turned 12 and I gave her a hairclip with a daisy on it.
“My
sister helped me choose,” I explained as she turned the hairclip over and over
in her hand. I was afraid she might think it was girly of me to buy it.
She
flashed me her braces and stuck the clip in her hair.
She
reached out squeeze my hand.
She
wore it every day that I saw her.
I
learnt that her hair turned green in the pool, that she’s a great swimmer and I
will not be able to dive as well as her, no matter how many swimming lessons I’d
taken.
“You
have other things you’re good at,” she shrugged as she dried her blonde- green
hair by the poolside.
The
next term I learnt that I’m really good at keeping secrets, but Anna... not so
much.
We
had gone to our classmate’s birthday party and played truth or dare.
Afterwards, Anna and I biked home together. Her mother had said to us to come
home together safely, so I had to wait for a long time for Anna to finish
talking with her friends about lip gloss before we could head home.
It
wasn’t dark yet, so Anna was still allowed to play outside and we sat on her
front lawn picking grass.
“If
I had to do a dare I would have nothing to do with climbing trees or heights.”
Anna said decidedly.
“I
can climb a tree!” I said. I stood up and approached the tree next to her
house.
“Be
careful,” she called out after me.
I
was careful. But I slipped on the way down, fell off and skinned my knee. Anna
shrieked as she ran over to me.
I
learnt that her gentle touch on my bloodied knee made me feel warm. Like I
would fall off any tree again and again.
Her
mother put a gauze over my wound and put the two of us in the backyard where
she could supervise us (me) from the kitchen.
“Maybe
we shouldn’t do dares,” Anna sighed.
“Okay
truths then. But truths are boring!”
“No
they’re not…” she paused as she focused on stringing two daisies together. “Who
do you like?”
I
learnt that the world did not collapse when I told her the truth. And the
sweetest sound I have ever heard was Anna repeating my sentence back to me.
“But
don’t tell anyone okay?” She whispered before heading inside.
But
the next day her friends knew and then the day after, everyone in the class
knew. I was proud to call her mine and I dated her for five years.
Year
one- I learnt that the first kiss is never perfect. But the feel of her hand in
mine is.
Year
two- I learnt that when we fight, the guy should always be the first to
apologise and the first to wipe away her last tears.
Year
three- I learnt that girls always smell nice and they’re too nice to comment on
how you smell.
Year
four- I learnt that Anna looks absolutely beautiful in a formal dress and I felt
awkward and itchy in my first suit.
Year
five- I learnt that when you love someone, why wait to marry them?
At
seventeen years of age, we found ourselves hand in hand at the altar, Anna’s
white gown and my tux were almost covered in rose petals.
Our parents’ stern,
disapproving faces disappeared that day and joyful tears flowed from my mother’s
face like I had never seen before.
My
first word to Anna was sorry.
I
have said it a million times to her in our thirty years of marriage now but the
only time I didn’t mean it was when I first bumped into her. I’m glad I did.
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