A Day That Was Meant To Be

It was a day of firsts: the first day of classes, the first time I set foot into a different school, my first year in high school and the first time I saw you. You were staring at the blackboard as if you were to melt it and you sat so stiff it seemed that you didn’t even move a muscle. One thing was certain: we were both “bagong salta’s”.
I was of the silent type way back then and it never even occ...