First Love
“I kinda started liking you after I had a dream,” she wrote.
He read the note over and over, not believing his good
fortune. She was lovely. The way she tilted her head and smiled. Her clothes always smelled so fresh. Her voice was quiet, but he liked that. She kept looking over at him from across the
room, her eyes shimmering and sparkling. He couldn’t face her though, for she
was much too close and tempting.
Her persistence was dogged. “Do you like me? Yes or No.”
Along with the words, a carefully constructed heart adorned the paper
fragment.
He shook deep inside and dared a quick glance. Her eyes were
there awaiting his reply. He blinked and
held her gaze as if he was holding her heart. Their relationship was fixed.
They looked at each other more boldly as time went on. One day at recess, they even dared to hold
hands. Her hands were delicate and a bit
sweaty, but he didn’t mind. At the
school carnival, they walked side by side and giggled through game after
game. As she turned to leave with her
parents, she reached between the gap and kissed him quickly on the cheek.
Her dream had become his.
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