All These Times
All These Times
By Janessa Leath
The First Time I Saw Him… The first time I saw him it was embarrassment but also just fun and being myself. Like Spongebob when he realized he was a goofy goober.
The second time I saw him it was annoying and bothering me, but still enjoying myself. I felt like Squidward when he had to deal with Spongebob and Patrick.
The third time I saw him was a picture on my phone, a snap he sent me after getting my name. It was a late night after a football game. I was in the car with my cousin and her best friend on our way to her house.
Then, I stopped seeing him, just like the wind he blew away and disappeared. Always there, always near, but can’t see it clearly.
But I saw him again, not him but his name, pop across my phone saying I got a message. Caught off guard and shocked but also happy. I responded with an awkward hey.
We go to school together cause we’re in the same building. He doesn’t mention he has a girlfriend but he does have a flirty personality. Knowing but unsure I act like I don’t know.
Saw him at an assembly, he sat in front of me. That was something. Pretending we don’t notice each other, but with quick glances we peek that the other sees. Like two little kids who are too shy to talk to each other.
He still kept messing with me, and that turned into us walking to class everyday. Like, white on rice we saw each other. Repeated every time, everyday the same period. It was like groundhogs day.
That turned into flirting, dating, breaking up for over a year. Back and forth like a married couple.
Finally, the last time I saw him. It was an eventful day. Like Christmas but more funny but disappointing. We never saw each other again. Blocked numbers and unanswered messages. Stalking socials every now and then but too scared to say something.
But the last time I heard from him was through a message. It was a firm clear message. After not being answered for days/weeks. It was over with the press of a button. Unheard of, never messaged again.
What started as funny and embarrassing ended with feelings hurt and disappointment. That was the last time I saw him.