Falling in Love

It's not that Ahmad wanted it to happen. But, it did. He fell in love. Was it even possible for a 13 year old to fall in love? Was it love or just an infatuation? It made his head start reeling and it gave him the feeling the room he was in had no ceiling or floor.

His heart raced when their eyes met. His voice became louder, hoping he would be noticed. In his mind, it was perfect. Reality, thou art a heartless bitch.

Ahmad had a book where he would write his day's encounter with his heart's desire. Every word uttered, every small gesture, every silent wish. He wrote and wrote and boy, did he write. Poem after poem. Song after song. His book knew everything. Only his book knew anything.

He wanted to shout it to the world. He wanted to tell his friends. What would they say? What would they do? Would they tease him? Would they encourage him? Oh, the questions raced through his mind. Is he supposed to fall in love?

He couldn't wait to go home everyday to write in his book. He never longed for anything, anyone so much. So very much, that it made him cry. Yes, Ahmad cried. His heart longed for what his head told him he could not have. Did he do something wrong to deserve this torment?

The questions never ceased. But, he knew, it was a secret he would forever keep.

Because Ahmad fell in love with his classmate Jonathan Wong.