My First Love

I do not find any words to describe how my first love was. It happened two years ago, when I was 16. I remember me saying that I did not want anything serious because it may affect my studies, but when it happens you cannot ignore it. 

When I was little nobody warned me about what was this kind of feeling . At first, I did not want to go further because I felt scared of what could happen if I got obsessed with him, but it was simply inevitable. My first love was like I imagined it: long, funny, compatible with my activities, attractive, questionable, intriguing... But I was persistent as I did not want this love to ever end. We started meeting once per week talking about our interests and our doubts, we discovered we both like the same things. After some months, we were forced by our enthusiasm to pass together at least one hour everyday. Although I have spent very good times with him they were also the worst ones of my life. Yes, we listened to the same kind of music and we used to go together to the library to read romantically some histories. Moreover, we lunched and had dinner together and, as a result, I began to meet less my friends. Nevertheless, spending two years meeting everyday and talking about the same topics definitely complicated our relationship and I started to have doubts about our future. 

Finally, we found a solution to our problems and all the spent hours together helped us to see things clearer. We talked about what we liked and interested us until wee hours and this relationship consumed me psychologically. For those who do not know it already, I want to say that my love is my Research Project and I do not care about all those people who say our relationship is absurd because it was the only one who was with me without complaining about stupid things like most of the partners my peers had. I love him and I am not ashamed to shout it loud!