My First Love

In everyone's life there are different experiences; one of them is the first love. My first love was dazzling yet aching. Every time I go back to those memories, my eyes water and I feel like I could have done so much better. My story began six years ago, when I was only eleven. I was inexperienced and naive; I thought that there was no heart break in this world.

It was a Saturday when I first saw him. His brown caramel eyes made my heart skip a beat for I had never seen anything so breathtaking. His skin was a russet color and his hair was a shady black. That first moment when we saw each other is engraved in my head. I can still hear my heart throbbing loudly in my chest as his eyes landed on me in that small room. We stared at each other as he made his way to the seat in front of me and a smile flicked on his lips to seal that moment.

It took a year for me to talk to him; we became best friends but nothing more, nothing that I wanted. His life was mine, his thoughts were mine, he was my world and he didn't even know. Everyone said that we had something between us, he always laughed because he never notice how I shatter every time he notice someone else, but what really destroyed me was the day he broke the news that he was leaving and maybe never coming back.

Years passed and I never heard from him and because of that, feelings almost vanished along with him but there were still memories hunting me for what I once felt. Now that he is back, it is he who looks for me, it is he who begs for my lips after that one time our lips met for a first kiss, it is his heart that breaks, for I once promise myself that I would not drop another tear. As much as I want him vanish from my life again he would not go, and every time he's back I fall in to his arms becoming that delicate girl that I once was.

My love for him is like the waves in the sea, it comes and it goes. His name is now carved in my soul for he is part of who I am now. He made my cry but he also made me laugh. He was my first love and as much as I want that part of my story to end, deep inside I know that it isn't over.

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