It is said that first love is never forgotten. You can change cities, grow up, meet new people, but somewhere deep in the soul there is always a memory of that first, trembling, slightly naive and very sincere story. And today I want to open my heart and share what my first love meant to me❤️

I still remember the day I first saw him. It would seem nothing special, an ordinary meeting, an ordinary company. But for me it was the moment when the world suddenly became different. The heart began to beat faster, and every movement, every smile, seemed to be of extraordinary importance. I didn't know it was called love at the time, it was just very warm around.

It was something completely new. I was drawn to him, I wanted to be there, to laugh at his jokes even when they were not too funny. I wanted to talk about everything in the world and at the same time be silent, because sometimes silence could also be cozy.

First love is a mixture of joy and fear. The joy that the heart has opened, and the fear that it may disappear. You don't know how to behave properly, you have no experience, you just act as your soul tells you. And maybe that's why it's so special😍

Most of all I remember the little things. His gaze when we accidentally met eyes. His laughter that was heard in the corridor. Those short conversations that could last for minutes, but left the feeling that the world had stopped.

And it is these little details that seem to create the magic of first love. Not some grandiose events, not fireworks or romantic plots from movies, but simple moments that warm even after years🌷

My first love didn't become a lifelong story. But it gave me something I can't learn from books. It taught me to feel, appreciate, dream, trust. It gave me an idea of what sincerity should be and how important it is to listen to the heart.

And yes, it hurt. Because first love often does not end as we dream. But even this pain was something pure and real. And it is probably thanks to him that I have become who I am now.

Today, when I remember this, a smile appears on my face. There is no more sadness, there is no more that painful emptiness. There is only gratitude. Because if it weren't for this story, I wouldn't have that tenderness and memory of the purity of feelings in my heart✨

First love is like the first breath of spring. It's always special, even if other seasons come💗

From Kristina ❤️