During my high school days, like everyone else, I experienced the magic of first love. It was a time of endless possibilities, and I held onto the belief that true happiness awaited me in the future.

One ordinary day in class, I realized I had a crush on one of my classmates. It was a stroke of luck when our teacher decided to rearrange the seating arrangement, placing him right beside me. My heart raced, and I felt an unexplainable joy. Little did I know that this innocent act would lead to something extraordinary.  As time went by, we grew closer. Casual conversations turned into moments that brightened my day. Our friendship blossomed, and his presence brought me comfort. We shared our interests, dreams, and desires, finding solace in each other’s company.

During a break, while he played football, he lent me his coat to keep me warm. Wrapped in its fabric, I experienced a rush of emotions—a sweetness, a beauty, and a fragrance that seemed to embrace love itself. It was then that I realized the depth of my feelings. I was undeniably in love with him.

The story took an enchanting turn when he shared a dream he had about me. His eyes sparkled as he described a scene where I walked down the aisle, radiant and beautiful. Blushing and smiling, I couldn’t hide the truth of my heart. Our arms brushed against each other, igniting a wave of happiness. But, I remained unaware of my own emotions. Our connection did not escape the watchful eyes of our teachers. Sensing a distraction, they intervened, and he was moved to a different seat. It was heartbreaking and marked the beginning of bitterness in my love journey. To make matters worse, he announced his departure as an exchange student.

Days passed, and we slowly drifted apart. Our once inseparable bond faded into distant memories. I held onto hope, waiting to hear from him for years. But my wait was in vain, and I had to find the strength to move on. I tried burying those cherished memories and moments that brought me so much joy, but letting go was painful.

Yet, a flicker of hope remained. The assurance of a potential reunion provided strength as time went on. Years passed, presenting me with new experiences, friendships, and the possibility of new love. My first love will always hold a special place in my heart, an indelible mark on my journey of self-discovery and personal growth. First love teaches us that love can be fleeting yet transformative. Brief encounters can shape us into who we’re meant to be. With nostalgia and gratitude, I continue my vote for love, cherishing the memories of my first love while embracing the present and the future that lies ahead.