Memoirs of a post-high school guy

I'd have loved to tell you that I'm being watched. But I'm not. And right now I'm overwhelmed with joy. I'm listening to "tu hi mera" by Mithoon; new one on the charts. It feels like a long forgotten vapour lamp has set off somewhere inside me. The kind of joy that you get when you sit in the orange light of an incandescent bulb and listen to tracks that remind you of your high school sweethearts; and all those things that have happened between you.

The fight over pencils that led you to touch her precious skin for the first time and the way time froze for a few seconds while your eyes locked and you tried to look alright though you perfectly knew inside that nothing would ever be the same.

The time when your teacher made you sit alongside her in class as punishment for making paper planes under the bench while the class was going on; and the way you wished she doesn't catch you looking at her face.

And the most popular one: the first time she acknowledged your existence and smiled at you. That one tops the list.

The time you first talked; the way you tried to come up with something to say every time it seemed the conversation was getting over, just to keep talking to her.

Me: "Oh, you live there?"

She: "yeaahhh." (about to turn her head towards the girl behind)

Me: "aaha. Um and lets play? Whats your favorite color? You've a pet?"

She: "Okay. let's play."

Me- Proudest guy in the world.

The day when she asked you to comb the hair to the left and you promptly came hair combed to the left next day, she smiled and the whole class went "He's in love with her.". Loser? Like I care. I ruled the day.

How you would get your dad to drop you off at school early every morning afterwards 'coz you could then search under the tables for pieces of paper that read "FLAME: SHARAN, SRUTHI"; and how you would then proudly take in the news that you and she were becoming an "item" in class.

And this last one, my special one: How I resisted a thousand times shagging 'coz just then I had remembered her and it would amount to blasphemy going on with it. If you are a guy you'd know how difficult that is :) particularly proud of that one though I'm not sure why I should be.

Basically I'm just looking to enhance the number of posts here. I don't feel nice about this post. I think it's just colorless overall.