When I was little, I liked a neighbor boy.We were walking in the company of girlfriends, and he was walking in the company of boys.When we were kids, we didn't all walk in the same company.I don't know why, but it was considered something shameful, especially for boys.I liked one boy from the next house.Our windows were opposite each other and when I was a little girl, after watching various films, I spied on him.One day he saw me and waved to me, I almost died of shame.I didn't follow him anymore.
But one day, at Christmas, my mother allowed me to invite my friends to her.We had fun to the music, eating sweets, jumping on the beds under the fervent lights of garlands, fooling around and laughing.
Suddenly one of my favorite songs started playing, when suddenly my mother came in and said that a guest had come to me.
It was him...He came to us with his parents.While the adults were having fun in one room, my girlfriends and the boy were sitting in another.He turned out to be a cheerful, funny boy and not at all like I saw him on the street in the company of his friends.In the light of the garlands, he seemed even more attractive to me.When all the guests left, we were left alone, sitting, talking, looking out the window at the slowly falling silky snow.It was unforgettable.Then Mom said that his parents were leaving and it was time for him to go too.He stood up after me, took my hands, kissed me on the cheek, smiled and said, "See you later."...I blushed so much then, I was embarrassed...and yet it was wonderful.It was my first love.
Do you remember your first love?The first kiss?What memories do you have associated with this dear men?