He was my object of (positive) obsession in College.
That one guy who could easily cause me to stop breathing with a mere hello. He was my idol. In my world dominated by hunky celebrities excelling in basketball, I rarely have eyes for the “lesser” male mortals in class but He was visible to me. I suppose he’s the only person who can make me feel conscious about my grasp and mastery of the English language. Of course, my life (with him) did not have a fairy tale ending. Simply put: he means the entire world to me then, whereas, I am nothing but the girl in school who can lend him notes in class prior to an exam. I am just the girl who gets a kick out of a Ginebra or Chicago Bulls victory. I know he understands my passion as a fan because he once gave me a Michael Jordan poster and right there and then- I was willing to walk down the aisle and exchange “I dos” with him for his thoughtfulness!
