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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.

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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.

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