I Never Forgot My First Love, But I Learnt To Do Better
We’ve all been there. You know, having a first love. The one we spent scribbling Mr. and Mrs. *insert name* over and over, doodling hearts over those names… Yeah. Although, to be honest – was that really love? Does anyone even know what love is? How are we sure that it’s not just puppy love or just a crush?
Like everyone else, I thought I found my person when I was in high school. I thought that this was the person I was going to grow old with til death do us part (you know the spiel). But… turns out that it just wasn’t meant to be.
the start of something new?
We met when I was 15 years old. I had just transferred to a new school (all those feelings!) and he sat right behind me in class.
There was something about Adam that just seemed so perfect to 15-year-old me. It could’ve been his geek-nerd hair and glasses (I have a thing for that) but as we slowly got to know each other, every little detail about him intrigued me – so much so I found myself changing to fit his ‘likes and dislikes’ just so he would notice me.
By the end of Form 3, we were best friends – and everyone thought there was something between us. Probably because we would write on each other’s Facebook walls and getting on each other’s nerves constantly.
I definitely considered him my first love.