"Love is the best thing that happened to me" is what I usually hear my friends say.
I can say that I'm a noob when it comes to love. Actually...I don't want to fall in love...but that doesn't depend on wanting I guess.
I'd like to start with my first love. My first love was my classmate. We were in the first grade, first year of school after kindergarden.
The first day at school...I saw him...he had beautiful brown eyes and brown hair. But what I loved about him was his moldavian accent.
I wanted to be the one that sit right next to him, but unfortunately our homeroom teacher was the one to choose.
After a few months I decided to write that boy a letter and also give him a gift. Thats what I did. He accepted the gift. But guess what? He rejected me. I cried in the school's bathroom and I also cried myself to sleep at night. Since that time, I created a rule for myself: "Never ever fall in love in a classmate. Never accept to be in a relationship with a classmate".
After that incident I just thought that maybe I'm not pretty. So I kept looking in the mirror everyday until I heard a voice say : "you are a beautiful person, what's inside is what matters".
It gave me shivers down my spine because those weren't my own thoughts and noone was around.
so...what's on the inside matters, huh?...
