nos·tal·gia
ä-ˈstal-jə, nə- also nȯ-, nō-; nə-ˈstäl-\
noun
: pleasure and sadness that is caused by remembering something from the past and wishing that you could experience it again
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dawn
noun
: the time of day when sunlight first begins to appear
: the beginning of something
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GENRE
Slice of life, Romance, Coming of age
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N o s t a l g i c D a w n
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EPIGRAPH
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. -Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
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It was just an ordinary day for her. It was five in the morning and she was already at the street, walking. She went to the terminal of tricycles --bound for school-- and rode one . This girl is on her junior year. On the way, she was able to see the dawn. The only one—this girl love about waking up in the morning is that she could witness such a thing. The tricycle stopped. She thought that it was just like some of her jejune days but she felt an urge to look at the person riding this tricycle and that particular person made her remember elusive memories.
She was seven back then, a grade two student. Same as most of the people having a hard time waking up in the morning. Preparing for school while half asleep had never been easy until she met him.
The young lady is in a Jeepney service that time heading to her school. During the trip, the jeep will pick up students too. When the jeep had stopped, indicating that someone's getting in, the young lady looked at the threshold of the jeepney she was in. There was a boy.
He entered and sitted in front of her. He's wearing jeans and shirt. She thought that he's probably a transferee, and based to what she had heard in the conversation of the driver and the woman who is sitting in the passenger seat - the acquaintance of the boy sitting right in front of her- he's a repeater, quite old for a grade one student. He's older than her. She can't remember why he stopped attending classes for the memories of her are blurred.
And then, days had passed. They became friends. They shared fun and dull moments. They didn't know why and when did it start but they just felt something between them. What was it called again? A pupply love. At a very young age they were infatuated. But then, She was forced to move out. She had to transfer into another school. They managed to keep in touch for several weeks.
Years and years had passed and never in her life did she ever forget about him. She always think of him, and wondering if he's thinking about her too. She wonder how he is now. Does he still remember her?
She felt nostalgia as she saw him again. The dimlight. The cold breeze penetrating her skin. The wonderful sight of the dawn. Numerous of scenes flashing through her mind.
Why is it so hard to get over your first love?
Her frustrations pushed her to the point that she wanted to yell at him and ask if he could still remember her. Because she was that little girl several of years ago. That girl whose her insides are still somersaulting because of him. The one who still gets butterflies whenever he cross her mind. And she's that girl who has a cliché story starting with the phrase: 'It was just an ordinary day.'
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