This is the story of my first love, my secret love. I observed that young love submits to the arbitration of time. Find out why.

My First Love

 

“Grace, this is preposterous! What on earth is that  picture of an idiot doing in your room? Aren’t you ashamed  of yourself? Some guy, ha?”

There goes my   naughty Mom again. I smiled a rather stupid smile in return for the slander. Mom stamped her foot and, looking like an assassin, resumed the scandal:

“Grace, listen: While your feeling is your  private affair, I feel that as your mother, it is my duty to remind you that books and love are  mutually exclusive things.” Having said that,  she glared like a starved  lioness and banged the door after her.

In my room,  I could not help it: my eyes sailed over the picture on the wall–slim and firm  biceps… his  eyes, two stars that did not find a home in  heaven.  Freddie, my love, my life, god of my unending fantasies…my everything! What can I not give up to be your girl?

Freddie was our high school debater; I was the school poet. When I recited before our class,  my eyes went a-neighboring to Paradise.  There he was among the  scented roses, a  dream too bright to last,  the most beguiling thing under heaven. Hypnotic:  I could look at him till kingdom come. Then I would wonder if he found me beautiful. How true it is that the most beautiful thoughts  and feelings cannot be  said and seen. My eyes  only had to  wander in his direction and I would commit a thousand blunders.

My passion was feverish: His photos graced my albums. He was the guy in my diary, the tintinnabulation of my aching heart. When he smiled at me, the white clouds became pink. I would blush like a ripe tomato at the mere mention of his name.  I was ready to choke when people talked against him.  His presence was my glorious morning; his absence my dark night. All my days  were trances. I talked Freddie, ate Freddie, saw Freddie, thought Freddie! At night he was  the whisper in my sighs. I  slept Freddie,  dreamed Freddie, woke up Freddie!  Grrrrr! It was like every minute I must begin to scream.  I wanted to be understood, the longing of a heart that loves. Oh, I was moronly in love! 

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  • fantasygirl18 on Jul 22, 2011

    hay there is so much i could say abt this content.But to tell you the truth there are no words to let you know how much this article is amazing.i loved every thing abt it.you really blew me away with the detail and what went through you at each moment.and i think this will totally help me.thanks and good job very god job. ;)

  • Socorro Lawas on Jul 23, 2011

    Thank you very much Fantasy Girl for finding something useful in my small work. You make me feel great.

  • neopisiva on Jul 29, 2011

    Nice story…seems Freddie occupied your mind completely…that’s what love does.:)

  • Dennis N OBrien on Aug 13, 2011

    I think we all remember our first love. Mine unfortunately was unrequited – hey there’s got to be poem in that!

  • Socorro Lawas on Aug 15, 2011

    Dennis, I shall write one within this week and the poem will be dedicated to you. I’ll try my best to do that. Watch for it.

  • Socorro Lawas on Aug 25, 2011

    Do you believe that first love never dies as I hint in my story?

  • Socorro Lawas on Sep 21, 2011

    First love may die but it will always be fondly remembered.

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