I had been dreaming about my first love just since I had sense of conscience, and I simply god mad wondering how that boy would be like or whether if I would someday find him. I was... Eager.
But though things went step by step, they finally arrived. HE actually arrived.
Despite the thousands of times I had thought about and imagined him, I couldn't tell, at present, if he was like I dreamt; the point is that right in the moment I met him and fell in love, he turned to be perfect to me.
My first love gave my days light and colour, he made me not only smile but laugh, and he simply made me happy.
In fact, I can perfectly talk in present, because he is still the one I'm constantly thinking about, and the one for whom I feel butterflies in my belly.
Because as Oscar Wild wisely said... "Who, being loved, is poor?".
Marta Gallego
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