I was strolling down memory lane, then i found her

Exactly twelve years ago, I was lucky enough to meet her, my first love. I was just a child and she was just a child as well, but looking back, I still remember those butterflies playing around in my stomach whenever she’d talk to me. The way my hands quivered when she’d touch me. And the way I was tongue-tied every time I try to speak to her. But she had to leave and I couldn’t go with her, so we made a promise that we’d never forget each other; we pinky-swore on it too. Personally, I never liked breaking promises.

Six years went by, and she did come back. We were together for two years, but good things have to end sometime or another, right? She cheated on me. I don’t regret it. It hurt for a while but now that I think about it, while we were together, damn did we have fun. So yeah, my first love was a tragedy, but I’d like to think that things happen for a reason. I’m glad I met her because she changed me, I’m not sure if it was in a good or bad way, but nonetheless she changed me.

Another four years passed, and I met her; the girl who is currently my best friend and, needless to say, my love. No, she isn’t my first love, but I don’t care; because every single day, I get to fall in love with her over and over again. And each time, I fall deeper. OrSem, June 9, 2011; I’ll never forget that day. I was strolling down memory lane, and then I found her.