How to Write: One-Shot Collection

First Love

AN: The guy I'm talking about is not Dead. He's just... not around anymore. I haven't kept tabs with him for a year now. But I still hear some news about him from people.

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Not proof read! Sorry if there is a mistake! ^__^v

First Love

We all had one of those. Maybe once in our life we’d thought that we’d found our “First Love”. But how do you really know if that person is the first?

Do you remember those days during kindergarten? The smartest guy, the badass who thinks he can look tough at 7, the king of the playground, the one who sat beside you during recess and the kid who simply look like our future Prince Charming. Have you ever considered them as your first love now, at your age now? Do you still of them? I sometimes do. Like now.

                When I was 5 (that’s when I started studying. Really. I’m always the youngest amongst the girls because of it.) I thought this guy was charming. He was the 1st in class, always 1st. It’s kind of annoying sometimes since I, myself is also very competitive. He caught my attention because of that. And for a fraction I thought I did like him. I was 5!

Also, there was this bully. He was 6 and his hair is like Leon’s (Resident Evil Game. He’s hot, really.). He always bullies me but I was the girl badass as well. Nobody calls me shit and walks away alive. He thought because I’m a girl I’d easily cry, but I punched him straight in the nose one time. It got me sent to the Office, (Yes. At 5. I was worst during Elementary. You don’t want to know what I did. ^__^) yes. After that… he became really nice to me and for a fraction I knew he liked me. We were 5!

6th Grade: This funny guy suddenly transferred out of nowhere. He was really funny. We became friends easily. I fell easily. The stupidest thing I did – I lied so I could be his girlfriend. (BUT! It never happened. I was glad we didn’t. Oh God. It would have scarred me for life!) But I saw his true colour and before we could have been, he destroyed me to pieces first. That’s when I realized everything. At 6th Grade, I met the WORST kind of guy there is.

I was a Freshmen and he was a Junior. My feelings were sincere and genuine. His was for bet. I cried so much. He was so embarrassed because of what he did to me he switched School. I haven’t seen him after that. I was grounded for months because of him. I hated him but I have moved on now. He was just a memory. A lesson I thought I have learned.

But didn’t; Sophomore Year is the time I thought I was really inlove. He was perfect. My Ideal Type of Guy – sweet, understanding, funny, smart, Family Oriented, cute, athletic, and poetic and we shared the same type of love towards Books. I thought I was inlove. I thought it was already love. He wrote me a Poet. I never believed in promises after that.

I got messed up after him. I thought love is not for everyone. I almost gave up. After that, I thought that I was not a girl enough and never will be. It was hard after that. So I set up this “Perfect Guy” in my mind and told myself that unless he appears. I wouldn’t do shit of an effort for any guy.

Then this guy appeared. He was the complete opposite of Prince Charming. He can’t even pull off badass without being cute (and really embarrassing himself. It was really attractive). He has chubby cheeks, lazy, a bad boy, he smokes, has tattoos (Yes. With s), he drinks, a bad back, a playboy and is obviously attracted to sticks (Whatever. She’s a skinny girl and she flew away when the wind blew hard on her. Cow.). He’s the guy your Parents wouldn’t want to meet. Wouldn’t want your Parents to meet. My Mom hates him, not hate, but… she doesn’t like him. But I love him.

For three years now.

                He thought me a lot. I started believing in things I didn’t before. I started acting like a girl. I even want to have a tattoo now! I threw all my old clothes away and completely changed my wardrobe. I even lost some weight. I grew my hair long now. I started learning dancing and rap. I have never wished for anything other than for him to notice me. He’s my First Love.

                But I couldn’t reach him. He was too high. He was always up there. Living the world. Being a happy man. Doing all the things he loves. I was always awed about how he lives his life. Behind those exteriors I hate is my Perfect Guy. Just seeing his smile makes my day. Just seeing him generally gives me a reason to smile. And I love him for three years now. I am not the girl that he once knew and saw. He changed me inside and out. And I love him and thank him for all of those times when I have given up. I love him despite the fact I know his not the one. I want to thank him. I want him to know how his mere presence whenever I see makes me happy.

                I am not the stick-to-one type of girl. I get bored easily. I flirt a lot. I never take things seriously. That’s seriously I am. But with him, everything is serious. I have stick to him for three years and I’m still not bored of him. I still flirt but… I stop when I remember him. It seems like all the guys are nothing compared to him. How did this happen? How did he do it? I don’t want him to stop. I might get lost again.

                They said as time flows you never forget your first love. You can’t erase them in your heart. You’d forever remember his name, his face, how it happened, when it happened, how it stopped and when it did. I believe it now. I thought he was just another guy who’ll come and go as time passes. That when another guy comes I’d stop comparing him to them, but it still hasn’t. With my attitude I don’t know how he still is there.

                This is a memory for my First Love. I still think I love you. I don’t know how the future holds but I wanna Thank You. You were the greatest impact in my life. As time passes, your memory lives in my heart. As time passes, I’ll never forget you.

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I really do think LOVE is such a deep word. Other than Family, Pets and a few of my Friends, I have never said that word to anyone. I've been told of those once or twice, maybe thrice but... I usually do a sad smile and they'd be mad at me. I can't say it if I'm not sincere. I can't lie. My feelings don't. I feel guilty.

Anyways, this is for you Jun (not really his name but I like to call him that)! HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY TABA! I love you, still. You know that right? That's why you left. You didn't want to corrupt a minor like me. LoL. Too late. I wish you eternal happiness. I know this is late but I saw you... and I thought of this. This is nothing, I know. You'd probably never going to read this. It'll be so embarrassing. I'd lie this is me. Anywho, I'm forever grateful. Stay chubby. I miss those cheeks of yours. Don't smoke or drink a lot! It's bad for your back! Old man. :P