Love is complicated, a cliche qoutation of everyone else. But love can also be one sided.
Some stories are long some are short. It woould start in inspiration but later on it will grew. Sometimes you don't when can you say that you have love someone.
Im gonna share with you my experience of my so called first love. I am just a fifth grader back then. Of course that is when my classmates starts to get curious about relationships. That time I was into dolls and roleplays but I never set an eye on someone before..
But then when my circle of friends get larger there I met a lot of students that is interested in me.
But there was only one who I can't forget.. he is a freshman in junior high that time. He has a cool vibe, but he loves to study.. Even though our parents are friends.. he never play with me during our vacant hours.
I also always thinks that he hates me because, he never let me borrow his toys. He avoids me sometime. That is why I always tell myself that I hate him.
Day by day is like a battle with him.. but one time we played but it hurts in a physical way.. slapping of the hands.
at first we are enjoying but then I cried because he slaps my hand too hard. That day on we refrain from playing for a while. Another week had passed.
He invited me to play again but a diffrent one.. it was like a snowball fight but we only use used chalks.. We also enjoy playing that time.
We became close a bit unlike the cat dog fights we used to do.. but then, one day, it is the first time he asked me about myself. I was shocked that time ...
Not knowing he was kinda pointing out something to me. He wants me to be in the year he is now. But I said "Why? do you want me to become your classmate?"
then he replied me a disappointed look
Ido not know what he intended to tell me that time . Until now he left me in that blank answer..
But I wish he said so
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