My First Love
Somewhere in the mid 90’s, between the transition from primary to high school, I fell in love with this girl. Love or what was it, a crush maybe? She was beautiful, well mannered, loving and caring. Of my vivid recollections of her, she would come in a big caramel colored car with her dad. Her parents were our family friends as well, they were special to us. We would hang out often doing this and that. She was the love of my life, I was a shy guy and had no courage to speak to her openly, I had a crush over her. Slowly things changed, her father passed on, we continued to remain friends. We would visit each other’s homes after Sunday Mass.
Somehow although shy, I made up my mind and confessed my love to her. It was a smooth start, suddenly it was like the stars aligned in my favor, like she knew it was bound to happen, we knew we were in love and I filled that empty space with those three magical words, with that we were officially a couple, alright, a mini couple if there is something like that. We were lovers for the very first time in our lives. That bliss!
I vividly remember that moment, a very cold December evening, about 8 maybe.. clear skies with plenty of stars, walking towards her farm gates, our parents ahead of us unaware of what was happening. I told her that I was madly in love with her and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, it was a mutual feeling. That long walk and each moment spent was unforgettable. There are no words to describe how I felt at that moment. Ecstatic. I was excited to meet her the next day but the winter holidays had just begun, no school, I had to wait till Sunday, after mass. The very thought of it was frustrating. I tried all kinds of things to get a glimpse, to meet but nothing seemed to work. I was angry and sad at the same time. Teenage pangs! To my utter delight, she happened to come home that evening. My joy knew no bounds. I was so in love that I really didn’t know what was happening with me, I became more aware of my surroundings, the people around me, everyday was like a new day. I appreciated my family, my friends and loved them all the more. Her and me being in the same school, my school days were all the more memorable and I’ll cherish them for ever. Everything with that lovely curly haired girl was beautiful, the innocence of that love. There was nothing more I ever wanted.
Being in love for the first time or rather my first love taught me a lot many things along the way. First and foremost to be patient and to slow down, everything comes to you. As I said life seemed perfect, no hurdles. I was madly in love with her. Over time, life has its own twists and turns which many might not understand. Nothing is perfect, nothing in life is permanent. I had the pleasure of being in love, the most beautiful experience, something i would treasure all my life. A love that i would never forget. Love is beautiful indeed! ❤️