When I was in the 9th grade, I was dumped by a guy named...let's call him V because I was not "athletic enough". He was on the field hockey team, soccer team and probably a bunch of others that I can't remember. I still had the biggest crush on him for years after that... probably until senior year. This was the last time in my life that I ever allowed myself to experience unrequited love. He helped me learn to protect my feelings and only give it to someone who is worthy of it. When V joined the school's ski/snowboarding club in grade 9, I naturally followed. I have always attributed knowing how to snowboard because of him too. And clearly, I've always had a stalkerish tendency. :P
If everything in life happens for a reason, then I'm glad to say that I did have this ridiculous crush on him and joined the club. Snowboarding is something that would have never made my bucket list otherwise. So retrospectively, this was probably one of the only reasons for ever knowing this person.
I went snowboarding for the first time today in a long long while. I tried some new moves and tomorrow, I'm sure my knees will pay the price. Not that I have physically grown much since my grade 9 days, but it definitely does feel harder to get back up. I guess a lot of things in life are like this... the older you get, the more consequences you have to deal with... with every decision you make.
After this exhausting day, I am writing this in bed as I recover from my falls. And although my whole body is sore, I can smile and secretly thank V for indirectly teaching me how to snowboard and for teaching me how to give my heart to someone worthy. Someone like my BB.