"So who was he?" They smiled, awaiting for me to retell the story.
My first love and first heartbreak.
He had dimples, and the cutest smile that lit up my world. Brown chocolate eyes that you could melt in and the messiest of hair that no-one (mainly myself) could refrain from running my fingers through. He smelt like apples and mint and when I kissed him he tasted like sweet sweet honey. He brought the sweetness to my life, and the bitterness that came after that.
But what caught me the most is the look in his eyes that made me feel like I was everything in his world and beyond, a look of admiration and love. I had misinterpreted his looks and fell in my own puddle of tears - it wasn't his fault nor my own. It was simply a misinterpretation. A mistake to begin with.
Could I deny the feelings he, and only he, made me feel? He made me feel like dancing under the moonlight everyday. He made me feel like I was the rarest of diamonds.He made me feel loved.His single touch ignited a million sparks through my body and his melodious voice as he says my name made me feel weak. Truth was that he could wring me around his finger and I would let him. After all I loved him.
I remember our first date;Sweet and innocent ending with a chaste kiss. Strangely it was him who gave the kiss.
Our second date, however, it was me who gave him a kiss and from then on forth kissing became a game.
Little did I know the dynamics of our relationship was built on a game also.
YOU ARE READING
Confessions to her first love
Romance❝ He took my heart. I left him my sorrows. Because there's always a bill behind every purchase.❞ This is a story of a girl's first love. A type of love that is indented in our lives,and one that shall remain unforgettable.
