I never really thought about girls, but someone told me she likes me.
It made me curious. I wanted to know who she is. Get to know her.
I had doubts. Who would ever like me?
I look young, is she even old enough?
Somehow everybody knew already.
We were pushed to each other more and more.
So we started to talk. She is cute, I thought.
Time went by and we spent more and more of it together.
We went to concerts, she had an amazing taste in music.
We went on long walks with her dog.
I was looking forward to come home from school everyday just to be able to talk to her.
I had butterflies in my stomach. This fuzzy feeling of excitement.
One day I invited her over. I got her a small necklace.
I was ready to tell her how I feel. For some while I was already thinking about this.
She came over. Shyly I gave her the necklace. She was really happy.
With sweaty hands and a pounding heart I laid the necklace around her neck.
I was nervous and I wasn’t able to say a word in this moment. I forze.
She turned around, she smiled, leaned in and kissed me.
My heart was pounding even more. The butterflies were multiplying.
This must be love I thought.
My first one.
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