I met a girl in high school. Her face was the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Her hair, black as the night sky, swayed gracefully as she walked in campus.
From the moment I saw her I knew I liked her.
I was thirteen, puppy love, they said. The kind that easily fades away.
We were in first year when I first wrote her a letter. And in that same year I stole a kiss. She was my first kiss. I was her first kiss too.
Up to now the memory of that kiss lingers vividly in my mind.
Years passed, I still wrote her letters and she answered some of it. It was enough for me. I knew it was unrequited love, sad, but at the same time I was contented that I loved her.
In 3rd year of our high school some of my friends teased me to move on. They introduced me to some of their friends so I met other girls and I'd been in a number of short relationships.
That was the end of the puppy love I had.
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Short StoryShe was my first love and she was also in between of some people I also loved, but not as much as I loved her.
