I know I'm going to feel sad as I write this. My first love was Cynthia. It wasn't love when we first met. We were kids, living in the same neighborhood who also happened to go to the same school. She was my best friend. I think I slept at her place more than I slept at mine.
We did everything together, watched tv together. Anywhere you find her, know I wasn't far behind.
They say a child's love is the purest kind of love. I'm pretty sure that's what we had.
Growing up was fun and exciting. We would always talk about all the places we would visit when became adults. She was a smart girl, always coming up with crazy ideas. Memories as flowing back as I write this. Another thing that kept us together was our voices. We both could sing, spending most of our time writing songs and coming up with different scenarios in our head.
We didn't know it then but we were in love.
It was no different when we were teenagers. We still went to the same high school, always top in our class. It was always a competition to see who would come out on top at the end of the cinema. Sometimes we skipped taking the bus just so we could spend time strolling, talking about your favorite movies.
We were still best friends here. Nobody made any move to break the zone. I'm pretty sure we didn't know we were in love.
Things got a little bit harder when I went to school in another state. We talked almost all the time, the only difference was now, she wasn't here physically. We would video chat, I would tell her about the people I had a crush on and she would make jealous remarks even though she tried to hide them.
It was the same for me too. I didn't notice how jealous I would get too when she told me she liked somebody in school. The bright side to everything was that we would still get to see each other during school holidays. We would occasionally flirt with each other but it was nothing serious.
Things got more hard when my whole family decided to move to a different state. Communication got harder but we made it work. We still talked everyday. It was like I never moved. Gosh, Cynthia was one of the prettiest people I know, body and soul.
I was in school when I got the call from her mum, March 27, 2017. She had been hit buy a car, they were burying her the next day. I almost died. I remember going blank when she told me. I have never cried like that in my life. Things didn't just seem complete ever again, even till now
One of my biggest regrets of my life is never telling her how I felt. It kills me. It's been five years since she died but I still miss her ..so much.
