You turned every ‘first love’ cliché into a blissful reality.

It’s difficult isn’t it, to live in the present all the time? There’s always some part of you which wishes to go back and relive those memories, even if it’s just for a second.

I still remember the first day I saw you. The surroundings, even your face blurs a little as I try to recall. But what is still crystal clear, after all these years, is the warm, fuzzy feeling I got in my stomach. I’d never had a crush on anyone before, but you made all the stories about it seem true.

As fate would have it, we were in the same class, coincidentally we even had quite a few mutual friends. But I wasn’t the one to grab these opportunities. I was content with glancing at you from the corner of my eye when nobody was looking. It was satisfying to just be in your presence and smile like an idiot. Talking to you seemed so surreal at that time!

If only I had mustered up the courage to confess first, we could’ve had more time together.

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Unfortunately (or fortunately) my friends were experts when it came to the art of reading facial expressions, especially mine. I was so obvious! It started with tiny giggles when you entered the room or addressed me directly among a group. They almost revealed the secret to you on my 18th birthday. I’m pretty sure you overheard your name and ‘ask out’ in the same sentence. I was blushing so bad, I thought the fire in my cheeks would consume me whole.

The second time I faced near death, was the very next day. You finally asked me out! At first, I thought it was an elaborate joke. But apparently, you felt the same too! Moreover, you knew about my feelings since Day 1 (sneaky person). If only I had mustered up the courage to confess first, we could’ve had more time together.

I don’t know if I mentioned this to you before, but being your girlfriend was probably the best part of high school. Remember how you had to spend hours trying to convince me to bunk classes and go on dates?

We had made such elaborate plans for college, our life after that, growing old together; there’s nothing as pure as young love, is there?

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I can still feel the goose bumps I got when you stole my first kiss, how nervous you were on our very first date. You looked so cute with your messy hair and that boyish smile. That smile used to make my heart skip a beat and my stomach go crazy. All those moments we shared, bring a small smile to my face even now; the uncountable movie nights, sneaking out, fighting over ice cream flavours and cheesy good night messages.

I can never forget the tears that fell from my face when I had to see you off at the airport. You were leaving for higher studies but it felt like a huge chunk of my heart was leaving with you. My fairy tale was coming to a painful end and I had never felt more helpless. We had made such elaborate plans for college, our life after that, growing old together; there’s nothing as pure as young love, is there?

All said and done, it was time for me to move on. After all, a high school fling is just what it has always been, for everyone. But we got the better deal, right? A few years apart in exchange for being with your one and only. We cracked the jackpot and are happily married today. But even after all these years of commitment and sacrifice, dear husband, you’ll always be my high school sweetheart before anything else.

You’re welcome for the trip down memory lane,
Your first and forever.



Author: Alisha Jamshed Syed

5 comments

  1. It’s so beautifully written…..Make my heart relive all those memories which are still there in one corner of my heart and makes me envious of you

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