First love can be considered a cornerstone in your love career, the feeling of liking someone for the first time and all the sweet and sour things you encountered in that process always stick in your mind. Let you both full of yearning for love and dare not easily try, love is like sweet poison, see the blood to seal the throat but can not stop the pursuit of the footsteps.
Besides a lot of friends always say that the first love is the most beautiful testimony of adolescence, always let a person can not forget, but also the first love to teach themselves how to love others, how to respond to the love of others. Yes, this is the first love.
For my first love I seem to have not thought of him for a long time, right! But his voice and face are still in the bottom of my heart, I just don't want to think about it. Some people may meet a lot of their favorite people in their life, may not be long to break up, may also enter the marriage hall, but the first love is only one, carved in the heart.
Our love is very plain, there is no great surprise or thrilling through, every day is to eat dinner and read books, do homework together with home, in addition to these seems to be nothing worth to say, but it is so ordinary but y engraved in the bottom of the heart. We did not end up together, every sad time will think of him, remember he said to me those words of love and care for me, the most is still nostalgic it! What you can't have is always beautiful.
We met in high school, he is very sunny smile is very good, he is also very sports, even if it is raining outside he can not help but go to play basketball, good factor in the action. I would accompany him to go, the rain is also good, can be sober sober. As long as I can accompany him I am very happy.
At first I was simply crushing on him, and he stayed a long time I don't want to be so crushing on him, crushing on him is too hard, and other people don't know. This feeling is too bad. I want to tell him to confess to him, even if he was rejected is better than he does not know. I went to the door of their class and pulled him down and said, I like you, can you be my boyfriend? If you do not say yes, then I will think of other ways. At that moment, I could not see anyone else in my eyes but him. He looked at me for a long time, there has been no expression, I'm a little afraid, afraid that he did not agree with me.
He looked at my tangled expression and said, I remember you, you ran with me in the playground, I have a pretty good impression of you. Can try ah! What do you think? It turns out that happiness feels like this, the sky is full of donuts, very sweet and mushy, would love to grab it forever and not let go.
One person's loneliness becomes two people's sweetness, would love to be with him every day without talking I'm willing and happy. Until now, we have been separated for many years, I still think of him from time to time, that accompanied me through the ignorant adolescence of the first love.