Erste Liebe.

To be honest, I don’t like today’s topic. I mean, it’s so cheesy. Too cliché to talk about. Everyone has first love. And the story always the same old story. It’s funny, silly, and full of tingling memories. Sometimes it ends up with our first heartbreak. Sometimes it ends up with our latest love instead. Some people blessed to have one, some people still searching for one. It’s all circling down about that area.

Some of us talking about first love always start it with “who?”. Then followed by “when?”. They never asked about “how?” because most of us assume it’s always about the same old stories. Isn’t it?

First love might be with the one who lets our guard down. Or Maybe the first one who makes us realize to put our guard up. It’s the one who takes us to another part of life that we don’t know ever exist before, and we don’t want to leave it. Or, we’re actually trapped in it. In good way, tho.

First love could be when you hit your puberty. Or maybe in your second puberty. You could find it when you least expect it. When you feel like you’re tough enough to be “alone” in the world, it makes you realize you’ll always need significant other. When you think you’ll never find one, it turns out to be your last as well and completes you all of sudden.

First love would be heartening, comforting and mind-blowing. It would be confusing, hurting and mind-boggling as well. But it always feels special. We’ll feel like an alien finding a new way, new habit, new life. No matter how it goes. Or ends.

But, First love should be something happy, tho. If not, then there will be no one says it never dies. If not, then it won’t be in so many topics in many books, movies, bonfires or even writing challenges. It shouldn’t always work out, as people want to move on and try new stuff, and it is only when you look back that you might think, wow, I had that special thing.