That First Love or whatever it was

Ofcourse we all fall in love or have crushes in life. Some of us are lucky to meet their soulmates , at the very first chance while some are like me, we keep changing chairs till we realise we are probably meant to sit on the floor 😉

But who doesn’t get all red and blushing thinking about the butterflies, the innocence, the thrills  that the first encounter with the cupid brings along.

I had grown up having a lot of boys as friends, and therefore having them around never evoked any different feeling. Even in my teens, hanging out with guys was just normal, nothing different or extra ordinary. Till i met him, so while other friends wanted me to complete their assignments, to prepare diagrams in their practical diary, or other such random stuff, he wanted to gift me flowers. For the first time in my life, going on date wasn’t just a filmy thing, it was for real.

Holding hand, roaming unpurposefully, trips to archies gallery became the way of life. So at the age of 21, i was ready to be married and have kids. But the dream came crushing down and we parted ways, for the better of course. I now look back and thank my stars that  i did not marry that looser. So whoever said god has better plans, dude i totally believe you. My life changed for better, sans him, and the imaginary kids we had.

Good or bad whatever ending you call it, it doesn’t take away from the fact , that the feeling was amazing. I will cherish it not for that guy or things we did , but just for the way the whole experience was, even though it was brief.. First crush after all is definitely special. This one is for the those first butterflies, those blushes, those coy smiles, those fearful dares, and those innocent but beautiful dreams.

 

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