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               When I was still in my childhood years, I’d always believed that when you felt first love, you would carry that feeling throughout your life. I really lived with that believe until one year ago.

                I am now 21 years old and would turn 22 by the end of the year. I am presently with someone who keeps on asking me if I would marry him this year or the next but I am not sure. I don’t think about marrying at an early age yet but it doesn’t mean that I don’t love him. Anyway, I am writing this because I was woken by a dream about this guy I loved so long ago that I no longer see for over five years now. I hope I would not look like a traitor to the guy I am currently dating by sharing this memory to Triond. You would probably think “Who cares?” but I will just try to spread my unsolicited thoughts to you about first love using my own experience.

                I was in love with a man that I prefer not to name when I was still in my high school and I realized that it was not infatuation at all. We usually go on a vacation every summer to Bohol, a province somewhere in the Philippines that is known for its Chocolate Hills and cute Tarsiers. I remembered this guy having a fair toned skin, natural golden hair which is unusual for Filipinos who have black hairs (I have this notion that his parents have a foreign blood). He was not tall as a basketball player but his height is enough to make me look up to him, literally and I will not fail to mention that he was really cute especially when he gave me a shy smile every time we met at the long wide stairs down to a public swimming pool. Oh, don’t say ‘ewwww’ right away because that pool has seawater in it. The government officials decided to make a square wall in the beach that would make it look like a swimming pool and leave two holes in it for the water to flow. So during low tides, you can swim in the sand.