when i was in highschool i had a HUGE crush on a friend who's name was malcolm. he was a swimmer and dark and beautiful. we were never single at the same time and so nothing ever happened between us though i had always suspected that there was some chemistry between us. during college i happened upon my yearbook and read through the comments that friends had written and came across malcolm's which said something to the effect that he had always hoped that i would break up with my boyfriend so that he could ask me out.
it was great for my ego (and there was at least one more comment like it from another crush.) if only i had been smart enought to break up with the boyfriend, highschool might have been so much more fun.
malcolm and i took lots of classes together (he even nominated me for best butt in highschool~ a coup d’etat for a white chick and though it never got into the yearbook i still won the unofficial poll.)
i often wonder what happened to him (the way i wonder what happened to many of my friends from highschool). malcolm's birthday was march 13 and mine was march 31 and he wrote this poem:
i am a big blue frog
i am a big blue frog
i can fly
and i don't know why
i am a big blue frog.
he had a poet's heart.
God's peace y'all
4 comments:
Good God... I remember you reciting that all through college and always wondered WHY. Now I know.
Isn't it wonderful remembering high school crushes? It's even better when you ditch the reunions so you can't have the memories ruined by present day aging.
great memories eh?
Neat...
STB
I married my high school crush. Yesterday was our 35th anniversary.
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