My First Love

First feelings are always special, new, unexplored, coupled with childish innocence and a pure vision of the world.
It may sound ridiculous, but the fist time I felt that I’m alive, was the moment I felt in love for the first time. It was a long time ago, at the grandparents’ village. I was a 7-year-old boy and my parents brought me to grandma for the whole summer. She was a 7-year-old girl, a granddaughter of my grandmother’s friend. We lived nearby and grandmothers often visited each other. The first time I saw her, I decided that she was the most perfect human being on the earth. The only presence of her nearby made me feel happy and delighted. Despite my young age, I’ve come to understand that the world is made of love and it’s one of reasons that inspires mankind to live and create. I even wrote my very first poem:

The moment I wake up
I think of love
The purity and gloss
About you and come across
This light is you
I love you!

We spent much time together, we had endless themes to talk about! We also had a special place in the garden, where we dreamed and talked. One day I climbed on the biggest apple tree to pick ripe apples for her and cut out hearts on them. This basket of love apples should be my love confession. While I was doing this, she was sitting and watching me for a while. I felt that she hugged me from the back and we continued sitting side-by-side and eating those love apples. We eventually kissed, although it was funny and felt unusual. From those time we haven’t kissed, but kept warm relations. When I returned to my hometown, we wrote each other more than a year, but one day she didn’t return a message.
I like to pick this memory from my pocket on a nasty day, and life turns bright. The memories are so deep and clear, as I’m still a little boy, hanging around the gardens and singing the beautiful song about love.


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