This story is about my first crush. I met him for the first time in first class. He used to study with me in my school. At first I didn't like him, but when I saw his dance for the first time, I started liking him. I saw his dance for the first time in third class. He danced very well, that's why I liked him because I also loved dancing but my parents did not like my dancing because my parents were of old ideas, according to them girls should not dance outside etc.I was only allowed to study and not to dance, so whenever there was a dance competition or dance show in school, I did not participate and just watched others dance.When I was in third class, I saw him dancing for the first time because at that time there was going to be a dance show in our school and he had participated since third class. When I saw him dancing, I started liking him. I only liked him, not love because at that time I did not know what love was, I liked him only because of his dance and nothing else.
