Front Convent Gate

Before the sport meet, I waited outside St. Joseph's Convent - heart pounding like I'd just run a race I hadn't started.

It was supposed to be the day I asked Kadija out. My first time ever.

But I froze. Said nothing. Just watched her walk away.

Funny how some moments never really leave you, they just stand there with you, years later, still waiting.

Front Convent Gate, a story about the one I never spoke to.