Math

The taste of the smile in the math class lingers on my memory, it has been almost nine years. Yet I still remember your honey-coloured eyes watching mine. 

And no I never loved you, because that was too serious for a young kid. That thought that everything was breakable and went wrong fast and didn’t want to lose you. 

So it was a game to say that we loved each other in the halls and in the middle of a class. A joke that I hug you and look at you during exams like your jealousy with Lucas.

It was all a joke.

Still, I remember of my heart beating softly, a tum tum tum, while I smiled at you, pure and natural. 

T.A.