Young Love

When I was little, my mom took me to piano lessons on the weekends.  Learning how to play instruments is a huge Asian parent thing.  For the beginner's classes, they were group classes and I made friends with a couple of the students. 

When Titanic came out, it was THE movie.  Everyone was talking about it, everyone had seen it.  (Side note:  it was pretty awkward watching it with my parents when the drawing scene came on).  One of my piano classmates, Alex, gave me the cutest gift ever.  He gave me a book about the Titanic.  I'm not sure if he realized that the story didn't have a happy ending, but both of our parents cooed and aaahhed about how sweet it was.  I think I was too young to understand why he gave me the book, and besides, he was just someone I saw each Saturday.  But to this day, I still have the book he gave me.

I haven't seen Alex since those piano classes back in the day.  When my mom was pressuring me to get a boyfriend, she told me to look him up (he was a pretty cute kid).  I tried to find him on Facebook but to no avail.  Come to think of it, I'm not sure if I remembered his last name correctly.