Backdate: 22nd feb 2010
Iāve been thinking about the past quite a bit recently, and for some reason, I have found that in the most random of ways, my mind tends to spring memories on me at such odd frequency that I start considering the significance of the events.
Todayās random memory started as a dream and had me shiveringā¦ Not in fear, or despair, but pleasure. Immense pleasure at a memory that has me blushing even now, years laterā¦
Almost Eight years ago (Christ! Makes me feel old!), I fell, quite hard, for someone I knew I shouldnāt have. Iād recently started at a new school, made a few new friends, one of whom I believe will always play a major part in my life ā Rose. How we met and became best friends isnāt of huge significance to this story, but it was meeting her which led to the start of something.
It was a Wednesday and I was invited to her house for tea, as usual, we were playing games and chatting/ranting about school, parents and life in general (as any 14 year old girl does, Iām sure!) when she said she wanted to play Super Smash Brothers, but she had to ask Her Brother as it would mean weād need to sit in his room to play their shared gamecubeā¦
I had never met Her Brother before and wasnāt sure what to expect, as I havenāt exactly had much exposure to older siblings, with mine in care and mentally blocking out the events leading to their dismissal from the family. Nevertheless, we went into the bedroom and being polite, I said hello, feeling a bit odd about invading the bedroom of a guy Iād never met! (cue awkward stances and whispered speech)
Sat with his back to the door, and headphones on, he waved us in and said a brief āhiā before turning to help Rose plug the correct scart into the back of the television.
I believe that that was the first time I experienced such raw feeling, I was left speechless, breathless and as if my inner core had been exposed for the world to see.
Whether anyone realised or not, I donāt know but I was staring. I was staring right at him, feeling my legs turn to jelly, my pulse racing, blood pounding in my head. It took all my strength to tear my eyes away from him long enough to notice that Rose was waiting to start the game. Looking away, I noticed there was nowhere to sit, and that Rose was pointing to Her Brotherās bed *his BED!!!* so unsure of what to do, I cautiously sat on the edge and started playing.
It took an hour or so, but eventually I relaxed and started enjoying myself, secretly glancing over from time to time, while they both beat me severely at Super Smash Brothers, it mattered not, I was just having a good time, relishing the closeness between us.
Our Wednesdays became a weekly event, and were pretty similar to each otherā¦ Roseās boyfriend Steve would be there most weeks and it would be the 4 of us sat in the bedroom playing games, laughing, joking aroundā¦
Yet nothing changed.
There were still feelings bouncing around inside me, and I was certain that the others had noticed it too.
After long, we were off to college and Rose informed me that Her Brother would be starting there at the same time as we. This was when Roseās mum hinted that she knew my secret. The secret which up until then had been, or so I thought, all mine. Sure, some of the kids at school had figured something out, as I was always over Roseās and they made sly comments about Her Brother being older than us all and that Iād recently split with a guy and was so determined to stay single ābecause of Her Brotherā theyād assume.
But Roseās mum?! I didnāt want her to know! It was my secret and I feared that should it become common knowledge, Rose would hate me and not talk to me anymore. Itās not the done thing to āfall forā your best friendās brother.
It all started very quickly once we had begun our college lives. Roseās mum would often take me home whilst picking Rose and Her Brother up, sheād notice my flushed cheeks as I walked to the car, realising that He was there. She started to make some comments to me while taking me home from the house on a Wednesday (āHeās good with his handsā and āYouād make such a nice coupleā being my favourite) Sheād figured it out and was actively encouraging me!!
Throughout the first few weeks of college, I felt myself falling faster and faster, imagining how things would be, wondering if I dared allow myself to let other people know how I felt.
And then I made up my mind. He was studying Sociology in the room next to my Psychology class (in which I met, and fell in love with my husband >_<) and I felt crushed, as if I couldnāt escape him, as weād wait outside to be let into our lesson, Iād stand in the corridor, I could see Him through his classroom windowā¦ and I made up my mind.
One week over Roseās, I told her everything. How I felt, how long for, and I asked her if sheād be too awkward if I asked him to lunchā¦
She laughed!
Apparently, sheād known all along and didnāt care what I said to him as her boyfriend had been Her Brotherās best friend.
So the next day, I saw him outside the biology labs, and holding my breath, trying to maintain composure, I walked up to him, unable to look in his eyes and asked him straight out ā āWould you, um, like to go for lunch sometimeā
Eternity seemed to pass as I stood, knowing what was about to be said, yet somehow wishing I had just turned and ran away.
āI would, but uhhā¦ I donāt think itās a good idea… youāre my sisterās best friend and if things ummā¦.ā His voice trailed off…
I was heartbroken, but at the same time, relived. Iād bitten the bullet and said what Iād wanted to for 3 whole years! Walking away was the hardest thing Iād had to endure, and I think maybe, I left a little part of me along the way.
I know this all sounds a little weird, considering a few days later, I started a friendship with my now-husband and we fell madly in love with each other, but that instant adrenaline rush you get when your breath first gets stolen by someone, when you least expect it, is something I would not have missed for the world.
That was 4 years ago now, and though not at the front of my mind everyday, I cannot help remembering when I visit Rose, sit in her bedroom playing games, knowing that He is only in the room next-door. I still find myself unable to talk to him, unable to look into his eyes, to hold my head up, to keep composed when Iām in the same room with him.
At those times, I feel like a 14 year old, in the first throes of her first school-boy crush, knowing that this is different.
Sure Iāve had a crush, but this was ā is ā different.
Iāve fallen madly in love. Again, this is different.
8 years passed and there is still something there. Some part of me who will always think āwhat ifā¦ā
What ifsā¦ theyāre just the conscious mind trying to map out the different paths your life could have taken, analysing if the decisions you have made have indeed been the right ones. Theyāre your psycheās way of confirming that the life we lead is the life we were always meant to lead, that we are indeed on the correct path, confirming that events we experienced have led to where we are now.
I donāt regret the way things worked out, not for a single second. I have a beautiful daughter, a wonderful husband and the best in-laws in the world, but every now and then itās nice to remember the first love. After all, they say that you never forget them.
Was He my first? I donāt know. Maybe I never will, but I do know that at the time, I thought I was in love with him, maybe that 14 year old girl inside always will beā¦ How do we determine what love is? What I felt for Him and how I feel about my Husband are completely different, yet similar in the way that thereās a part of me who canāt forget either of them. The problem I have is determining how prominent an emotion needs to be to be significant enough to declare as āloveā. Can such a broad term be simplified to such an extent that most people can understand? If My Husband were to read this, it would most likely upset him. If Rose or Her Brother read this, I fear I shall never be able to show my face again as theyād finally learn how deep the river of feelings runs. (present tense notedā¦ such feelings never truly leave)
All emotions leave scars. Good ones, bad ones, we never really forget. The feelings I have, and have had, will never disappear, but may one day fade until I cannot accurately replay the memory, until it becomes a ghost, somewhere in the back of my subconscious mind. I donāt think I will ever be ready for that day. My husband will always be with me, mind body and soul forever entwined regardless of what happens in the future and for that I am grateful. I have so much love for him I cannot fathom what should happen to my heart if he was one day to leave.
But there will always be a tiny piece of my heart out there with Him. With Her Brother. We never went for lunch. We never touched, our lips never joined, yet He has some hold over me, as though part of my heart will always remain in that room, where I felt as if I could just reach out and touch his face, put my lips to his and get forever lost, absorbed by emotion.
I hope that it stays safe. That somehow, the memory will always be clear in my mindā¦ After 8 years, I thought I was over it, that I had forgotten about the feelings I had. Yet if one thing my dreams have taught me recently, itās this:
Iām not yet ready to forget. I donāt think I ever want to.