A time like this

I am not sure if that happens to a lot of you here, but for me, during times when I am sad, I would think of happy stuffs. Happy memories to be exact. And thats why I came up with so many stories. I remembered a time when I was in primary school, I met a boy, same age as me. I was primary three then. Our teacher had made a seating arrangement for the class such that every girl sits with a boy. She thought at this would make the class go quiet but it didn't work out as well as she thought. Well, that boy was tall for his age and Had pretty decent looks. He had jet black hair with a fringe long enough to cover his right eye. He had huge eyes and a pair of kissable lips. For that reason, I was stuck with him for a half a year, not talking. We were strangers then. It was only until the time when he borrowed my correction tape and broke it and wrote a letter to me, giving me a new correction tape and a set of name stickers then I really get to know him. He was a righteous boy. A good person. Since then on, I treasured those name stickers to the point that I went bonkers when I thought I lost them. I had insomnia for three days until my father found them under my bed and handed it to me. Finally, I could calm down and had a peaceful night that night. -to be continued-