When I was in 4th grade I knew, I really knew I would marry Francisco,
except it did not happen.
The school I was at
had a program that had third and fourth graders together. In my class was a third
grader named Miguel and soon I would find out that his brother was Francisco.
Francisco was in 5th grade but on the second day of school in the
hallway I noticed him. He was so handsome with his light brown hair combed to
the side and his green eyes. He walked past me and it was then I knew he was
the one. I was smitten by Francisco. Every day I would watch him play soccer
and everyday Miguel would serenade me in class. He would sing songs by Enrique
Iglesias. He would sing so much the teacher would have to tell him to stop. I
guess to Miguel I was the one. On Valentine’s Day that year the unexpected happened.
The 5th grade kids walked into every class and gave us candy and who
would give me a lollypop but the one and only Francisco.
As I received the lollypop I turned so red I could have
passed out he had taken my breath. Janet
was one of my friends in elementary school that could not keep her mouth shut.
She shouted from across the room “Karla loves Francisco”!! I wanted to run. In
that moment Miguel looked at me like I had done something to him, more like I had
ripped his heart out and put in a blender and had it for breakfast. Oh, the
terror. I could not say a word, yes I was speechless.
My secret had been revealed and I had destroyed Miguel’s
heart all because someone had to say something. From that day on Miguel would
only sing songs of broken hearts and I could no longer sit and watch Francisco
play soccer but I was the happiest girl on earth. Yes, I was the happiest because
if I had held that secret forever I would have exploded and what happened next
would not have happened.
The last day of school I began my journey to the back exit
of the school and when I got to the end, there he was, Francisco. He said hello
and walked me home. It was the sweetest walk of my fourth grade history or my elementary
life. He was not the one but I could never forget that walk home.
The next year I saw Miguel but he was no longer in love with
me.
Some endings don’t have to be fairytale endings just sweet.
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