I once loved a girl… she was the prettiest of them all and from her, I knew all about Axl Rose.
I once loved a girl… she came out top of her all-gals class in Sec 1 and I admired her brains.
I once loved a girl… for her slim and athletic frame, which I admired silently and secretly from afar whenever we took the same bus home. (And oh, her scent too…)
I once loved a girl… because her long, wavy tresses with a hint of brown when all other girls wore their hair black.
I once loved a girl… when I found two postcards she sent to me from her holiday in Hong Kong for no discernible reason.
I once loved a girl… just because she came from one of those convent schools.
I once loved a girl… so much that the memory of her, decked in her IJ blouse and my CJC PE shorts, lying next to me on my bed, lingers in my mind to this day.
I once loved a girl… after she painstakingly copied all lyrics of GNR’s songs from their UYI I&II albums into a scrapbook and gave it to me as a gift.
I once loved a girl… for the hours we spent chatting on the phone till we had to whisper through the mouthpieces for the fear of waking up our families.
I once loved a girl… but had my heart shattered when she told me her fiancée is the owner of a shoe boutique.
I once loved a girl… but I had to keep my calm when she told me about how she was abused and forced to abort their first child.
I once loved a girl… the moment we were placed in a group when I was on course; her dimpled smile and the short bob enthralled me.
I once loved a girl… when I finally realised why she didn’t head home after our lessons but stuck around in the studio while I was working on my radio project.
I once loved a girl… who shared my love for watching the setting sun at the beach; I didn’t hug or put my arms around her when all before us as the beautiful sky of pink, orange and yellow.
I once loved a girl… who would call me suddenly on a midwinter’s night and ask me out for Macca’s ice-cream via the drive-through in my beat-up 1981 Toyota Corolla.
I once loved a girl… whom I watched silently as she lay sprawled on my mattress, sleeping as though the entire world’s at peace.
I once loved a girl… enough to pop the question at the 24-hour café to her, only for her to say “let’s wait”. This was the only time in my life when I mustered enough courage to have done that.
I once loved a girl… so much that she became the first recipient of flowers that I bought from the florist’s. Until today, I could still see the knowing grin on the cashier’s face as I parted with my money.
I once loved a girl… whom I would have given anything just to give her a tight hug and whisper words in her ear that could have made her smile. I never did.
I once loved a girl… whom I cried silent tears over when she disappeared from my life.
I once loved a girl… whose face I could hardly remember now because it has been 20 long years.
I once loved a girl… I pored through the archived yearbooks in the National Library just for that chance to remember her face again.
I once loved a girl… whose voice I could no longer recall in my head.
I once loved a girl… but she appeared on my dreams just once.
I once loved a girl… I once loved a girl… I once loved a girl…
36 years of my life, I’m still alone and all I have are memories of the girls I once loved, fading by the day.