This story has three parts, the beginning, the middle and the end. I suppose every story unfolds like this but I still can't believe ours couldn't go on forever. It is Said that the love stories in the teen age are the most innocent one's but I believe they are the most tragic one's too.
It was the morning assembly we were all standing at a one arm distance each but still no arm could stop my eyes from seeing him. His fair skin, perfectly gelled hair, innocent eyes and that beautiful smile was so alluring. My heart always told me it was such a treat to see him. I always thought, will I ever get a chance to talk to him as so many girls were glued to him but it seemed he hardly cared about them. But, as it is said that God always listens to the dedicated one's destiny played it's game in my case and I got a chance to be his dance partner.
It was the first day of rehearsal and the joy and excitement my heart felt was just beyond words. I got ready in a way I never did before and reached the hall a bit early. His greeting smile to me was such a contentment. Whenever he use to hold my hand, my heart skipped a beat. As the days passed, my love for him knew no boundaries. I was so attached that nothing could stop me from confessing. I still remember that red letter day when my 'I' changed to 'WE' there was nothing that could match even an ounce of my happiness. Soon everybody started talking about us. Now it was not just me finding him during the assembly. He eagerly waited for me after the school so that we could walk our ways to the buses together. Everything was just perfect. Our love for each other was just like stars to the sky, together we adorn each other. In that relationship we had good and hard times too but we survived them together, without breaking.
It was four years of togetherness and our love for each other only got deeper. Everything was just in place but then something or rather say it as 'someone' made us apart. It was him who started feeling a spark with someone else. Suddenly my life was like sand the harder I tried to hold it in my fist, it just slipped more. That scar of my first love never leaves me. I don't know why but it just stays. It is just so frightening that I loved someone so hard and he couldn't!
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