I don't know how to tell you when it began. All right , let's remember about him, my first love. Yesterday, i was dreaming about him, about the way he looked at me, that way made me remember the first time he looked at me all the times when i had done homeworks and had prepared for my graduation at my 5 grade.
He was so handsome. He was tall. He had big, beautiful eyes. He had sideburns. He was also really goot at anything in his school. He was older than me 3 years old. And his house was next to my house. He just moved here. So we were neighbors. When I was little girl, I didn't know how to love someone, how to like someone, I mean in my heart I had a crush on no one. Then I met him, I thought I fell in love with him. I was afraid of it; I just kept it in my heart 2 years ago. I've never tell anyone about this.
And now, nearly 5 years, sometimes i still miss him, but not too much. I think he has a beautiful girlfriend now. People usually say that the first love always make us miss it.
I met another boy in my new classmates. I like him as a cousin. because he's younger than me 3 years old. But the problem is that he has a name which my first love also has that name. What a coincidence! If you check it again, you'll see what the same is in here.
To love and be loved is the greatest joy on earth.
Love decreases when it ceases to increase