I might not the type to finish my day with coffee or tea, but I do have a story to reflect on it before I close my eyes.It has been, well, twelve, thirteen years since the first start? Maybe. I don't really remember.A long, long ago someone told me that first love never ended up well. Today his word came into my mind as I read my memories on Facebook. Today nine years ago, my best friend who became my first love sent me a word. I saw his name on my memories and asked myself how is he doing now. Sometimes his name alone could flutter my entire body and soul, but this time all I could do is smiling.I know exactly how is he doing by seeing his Facebook page. He, who has always been a lot better than I am, must have enjoyed his life now. I knew it since our first met and that's what makes me fall into someone like him. First love sucks, isn't it? But I thanked him for such beautiful memories in my life.Our first met was the school orientation twelve years ago, he wasn't that handsome but I couldn't forget his young - cutest face when we both stood side by side. Wasn't it destiny? Maybe. Since our first met we always tangled into the same or next to next group. Our first year went passed by with craziness in our school days. I suffered with dyscalculia and that explained why I was so late in physics, chemistry, maths, and others. There were always times he would allow me to cheat on his exam papers or on his homeworks. He was there when I was alone or when I cried for someone. I remembered I didn't really have so many friends back then. He was one of those two best friends during my first year on high school.(To be continued)
