Scribbling a simple love poem while having a break, as I sit here, memories of my younger years flood my mind. With someone in mind, the tender moments I shared with my grade school sweetheart. Our story is a mixed bag of emotions and the faintest notion that, at one time or another, life's timing can be beyond bearing.
Community gatherings and town fiestas were a staple of our childhood in the countryside; our teacher would often pair us up for dances. As always, I am a part of these activities, and my partner was a bright-eyed boy with a charming smile. As a long-time friend, our parents seemed to approve of our pairing, following the traditional "BUYA" custom like the Chinese, where parents have preferences for their children's partners.
Growing older, our bond is full of vim and vigor. We hit it off, and people around us have their figments of imagination, hoping that we were meant to be. But a twist of fate played on us. My family had to move to the city, and we lost touch. One summer outing, where we laughed, sang, and danced under the sun, was the last time we spent together.
I often wondered what could have been as the years went by. In high school, a friend mentioned that you hoped we'd meet again, as your mother's wish. When we finally reunited in college, you were already with someone else. I pulled the strings to hold back my sentiments, as seeing you happy with your partner felt like a thorn in my heart.
This experience inspired a poem:
Puppy Love
We were dancing partners when we were kids
Our parents used to bring us together
Even our teachers paired us with every gathering
We were close to each other till we got older
Became inseparable and grew to like each other
And people thought it was going to be "US"
But fate has played a great role in us
We moved out to the city and left you behind
We constantly communicate till it fades
We lost contact and never heard each other
I thought I had forgotten you
And I was sad but became used to it
We met one day when I went back to the province
And was introduced to your significant other
I felt my world was shattered
But I managed to hide it inside myself
I saw the happiness you felt and you were so proud of her
As you both bid goodbye and left me
That was the time I knew that I loved you...
Sometimes, life twists and turns to tug at our heartstrings into who we're meant to be, and I become aware of this as I ponder over our story. That childhood romance of bits and pieces of a never-to-be-forgotten memory, though our paths took a bend, was a reminder of the fragility and beauty of our first love.
How about you? What was the story of your first love? Let's hear it from you.
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