We all have first love. Each had a life full of wishes, hopes and dreams. And of course joy and sometimes pain. Looking back on it, I got this curious feeling of love. I was fifteen years old in last year at my primary school when I first time met him. We traveled with the same bus and that was perfect place beside the school to meet him better.
We ended up spending a lot of time together. We laughed and got to know each other pretty well. But nothing was ever said about ‘dating’. Instead, we just flirted and have fun. One day, he asked me to go out. I was floating in the air, but of course, my parents didn’t allow it because I am still young. They didn’t want me to get involved in this love thing. They afraid that if I started going out with him it might affect my school. But he still didn’t stop asking me out, so finally I agreed but secretly. That day he just keep staring in to my eyes, without saying anything he kiss me tenderly. I though that I died and gone to heaven. After few months of dating, everything became different and wierd. We used to arguing all the time. I thought that love disappeared. We agreed to end this relationship and to stay friends at least. I can't say that I was happy, but he really changed, and I wanted to have some nice memories on my first love. Even we made this though decision, he would still be a part of my life and I will never forget my first love.