Innocence Is a Virtue

Today I met up with a very old friend. A friend who I hadn't seen in about 12 years. He used to be a playground chum, I have a lot of memories of playing with him during playtime. It was very strange to see him, because even though it had been so long, I found it quite easy to find things to talk about. Maybe it is because a lot has happened since we were 6 years old, or maybe because there was a reason we got on so well as kids.

He seems the same friendly guy I remember. Of course 12 years can change a person, and from what I hear other people from that primary school have changed a lot. Although, being 6 years old, you can't pick up everything about how a person will turn out to be, and I only knew them all for a couple of years. I guess I will just have to wait and see.

There's a reunion on friday, and quite a few people are going to turn up, but I can't go because of Sabah's Bengali Night thing. I was really looking forward to seeing them all again, see how they turned out. I had really good (and bad) times at that school, and so many faces I will never forget for the rest of my life.

We spoke for a good hour or so. About the times we had passed with and without each other, about the present, about our futures. There is always this fear that once you meet someone after so long it's like having to meet and get to know them all over again, because there is so much you have yet to catch up about them, and after 12 years, you may as well be meeting them for the first time, because thats two thirds of our lives right there. But it really felt like two old friends catching up.

While we were just talking about what we remembered of other people, he indulged me in a bit of a revelation: he was my first kiss at 6 years old. Six years old!! Imagine!! I knew I used to hang around with him a lot, but I thought I would remember something like that.

I remember being very fond of him. I remember playing games with him in the playground under the school. But there is this one memory, while we're playing a game and trying to prevent ourselves from being Tagged or something, where I remember thinking: he'll protect me. Sooo cheesy right? But how could I feel something like that at 6 years old??? When I had memories of those times I thought I must have had a crush on him and that was all, I had no idea we had something going on =P

It's making me smile inside haha. Such innocent love! I was recently having this regret that what I thought was my first kiss wasn't such an innocent or happier time. Which is what it should be. It should make you smile and remember.

Now it does =)