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The café was swarming with people even during the nightfall. The pitter-patter of rain made them sprint in search for a shelter. I sat down in the café waiting for my order. I was tapping the counter when I caught hold of a sight. He was playing in rain and I could see how joyous he was that day. The first time when I saw him, I felt unusual. It wasn't how I usually feel around people. It was definitely weird but still it felt satisfying.
I thought it to be a normal crush until I met him again. I never knew he studied in my college until that day. We shared some greetings but there was nothing more to the story. The feeling that I felt around him eventually became stronger. I tried hard to control it but was that even in my hands?
A year passed but my feeling towards him kept increasing. I knew by then that I was indeed in love with him. I was sure about what I felt but his feelings were my thought of concern. I wanted to know what he felt and since then I started searching for any signs just to know what was there in his heart.
I used to admire him from afar. My feelings were kept to myself until I learn about his feelings. Days passed and hope of receiving the same amount of love from him kept diminishing.
It's been two years since the time when I saw him getting hitched to someone. It was the day I felt that falling in love is easy, but staying in love, that too an unrequited one; now that's difficult!
Today, I am sitting in the same café where I saw him for the first time. I am still alone and pretty single. I don't think I need a man to get over someone. Though I got over him long time ago. I still wish sometimes if we could be together. The light drizzle turned into a heavy downpour and I still get reminded of him. I smile to myself thinking of my first love. It is always hard to forget your first love. Mostly, there are only a few chances of being with your first love. That to till the end. Everyone has a unique story of their first love but I had an incomplete story of my first love.
After all, first love is meant to be this way.
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