Each and everyone of us has our own first experience. It may be first love which could be bitter, cute or sweet. It can be first time experiencing a feeling that who you'll admire the most.
Just like the way how I admired you.
There is always a first time for everyone for everything. Just like how I transferred to this school, and met you. I still remember every single detail on how we met, and how we became close.
Well, basically my first year in this school went well. But on the following year, I had to transfer section which I of course didn't want. I'm gonna leave my friends here and go to the other class where I had no interaction with anyone on the other side?!
Deep inside my mind crying, I said "No.. no... I don't want." Where I had no choice but to.Next day came, the first day of entering different class with different people.
"Lord, please I don't want to stay in this class. I'm not close with anyone.. I mean don't know anyone!" ... I took a deep breath and entered the class. Not much of people were inside the class since it was still early.Thinking of this makes me smile again...
I just love the way how you started talking to me, how we became close and everything.Bell rang, one more period.. it was lunch. Where I was planning to go to my old class and eat with my friends.
But things happens randomly, right?
You passed me a "message" written on a small piece of paper, asking "Where will you eat lunch? And whom will you eat with?" I said, "I don't know yet."
Of course, I didn't want to tell you immediately that I'll be going to other class and eat with the others. Since, who knows? You might be my first friend in this class? And yes, that happened.
You asked me again, "Do you wanna eat with me?" And I answered him "Okay."
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.I was wondering at first, why? Why did you approach me first? Well, I still don't know the reason until now, but nevertheless, you are still my good friend, someone I can approach all the time, someone who's always there for me listening to my rants, giving me advices, and more, someone who's like my dad or brother sometimes. And I'm thankful that you approached me first and I'm glad to have you.

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When I first met you
Storie d'amoresomeone that I admire the most in our school but definitely not my first love or what.