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To the first crush..

 To the handsome brown guy with a million dollar smile, 

Thank you for giving me all the butterflies in the small tummy, each time your eyes sparkled in the sun. Thank you for kicking out my Monday blues, while waiting for the bus in the chilled weather. You were my sunshine amidst the dusty morning rains. This little heart really believed you to be the charming prince in her improvised fairy tale; with no pretty gowns in antique castles but in between the fictional characters from the books she lived in. Irony fits right in, as the feelings decided to pour out into words after so many years... Yes! The same innocent adoring feelings which made me go speechless in front of you. How I wished, we had our own time, where it would all freeze in the moment. 

Thank you for giving me the simple days, where this little girl accepted to wake up one hour early just to have the gorgeous braided hair, adorned with her weird smile and eyes full of innocence. Thank you for making my mornings beautiful with your million dollar smile, although you barely noticed me. Coming back home to mom's tea and the melodious romantic songs on the radio in the afternoon really made my heart bloom with happiness, because well, it could easily connect the lyrics with you. Even if we never talked, you were the calm breeze in my growing adolescence. However, a small part of me will always hold the grudge of never trying. The shyness still lives today, even in a completely changed world where the first talks happen on chats. A crush, today, can be easily traced on the social media but I'm grateful to the simple times; from a complete stranger to the cutest tall boy with messy hair on the bus stand. I had no means to find you, because our daily routine consisted only of TV Shows, cartoons and radio filled with romantic songs. But, no regrets, I like how you became a memory during the phase of time: One of the those perfect memories that we tend to attach in our jar of happiness.

You gave me enough reasons to believe in the fragrance of love and most importantly that tickling indescribable yet soothing feeling, that i'll cherish most my life. Kudos to you, for making me adopt my precious ROM-COM books. Maybe, in the end, those sparkling eyes taught me how to live with an unsung conversation within my own world. Thank you for giving me the will to live through the 0.0000045% of the stars in our galaxy.


Much love, 

The clumsy shorty



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