First love is in our memory forever! We will never forget it.
I was 14 years old when I realized who my “prince on a white horse” was. I met him at a basketball competition, he was so different from the other kids, he stood out in the team with his physique, and how cleverly he threw in the balls. He was so handsome!
All the girls immediately paid attention to that kid. But I was lucky, he noticed me and on the same day after the competition we went for a walk through the streets of our town.
I was incredibly proud of myself and happy. My legs were shaking with emotion.
He was 3 years older than me, he went to a nearby school, he lived close to me. We started dating, I moved out in my studies, my parents started forbidding me to go out.
But I was not afraid of any obstacles and threats from my parents. My first kiss happened with him, he was the only man I dreamed of marrying.
He finished school, joined the Army, and I promised to wait for him, writing him letters almost every day. The year flew by unnoticed. I am 16 years old. He came back from the army and didn’t even tell me, I found out by chance from his friends.
Of course I rushed to him, but he greeted me dryly. He announced that he was getting married, he had a bride who was expecting a child from him.
Her he had brought from the places where he served.
And me? What about me? What happened to me only my parents and my pillow, which was wet with tears every night, know.
I grew up, went to school, worked. I met him the other day, he came up like nothing had happened and talked to me.
I hadn’t seen him in so long, he had matured, had his first gray hair, and he was 28 years old. He was just asking about my life, and I wanted to snuggle up to him again.
And just a minute ago, I would have said that I had forgotten him, and I hated him! Apparently, first love is with us through life!
