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My Firsts

My Firsts

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Stray Kids
They say that your first love is the hardest to forget. It is the purest, most innocent love you could ever offer. It would sometimes show in the most unexpected moments- in the moments that you wish time would stop. It strikes hard, and it hits nostalgia. Only fate would know when you'll meet your first love. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait. Maybe it's there already, or probably, it's still far from you, who knows? In this narrative, a girl that had no one to dance with finds her arms over a shoulder of a mysterious person. Unexpectedly, her first dance became the first person she'll ever love. "The first dance, first love- you'll always be my first person."
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"Sometimes I wonder, in this vast world of billions, is there truly someone meant for me? Or am I destined to be one of the unlucky ones, growing old alone?" I let out a bitter laugh. I watched her, her fingers gently tracing the lines of her sketchpad. It felt like only yesterday I met her, but her quiet presence resonated with a familiarity that felt almost ancient. Was it possible that our souls had known each other for lifetimes? I knew I shouldn't be staring, knew my feelings were wrong, misplaced in this situation, but I couldn't stop the thought from blooming in my mind. If there was someone meant for her, someone destined to share her life, I couldn't help but wish that person was me.

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