My first love story part.1

The so-called love will not happen to me anymore. Because whenever I liked a boy, I faced a big problem. I first felt the smell of love when I was in the eighth grade. I was sitting on the balcony in the afternoon, drinking tea, listening to Manna De's songs. The new tenant in the house next door moved in that day. A big truck stopped in front of my house. I was drinking my tea without paying much attention. Listening to Manna's songs, drinking tea, and gazing at the sky was a beautiful habit of mine. That day too, I was gazing at the sky as usual. Suddenly, I heard a sentence.

A beautiful voice that seemed familiar even though it was unfamiliar to me. I heard the sentence again. “Why didn’t Mom bring my study table!!!” I smiled and started looking for the person with the beautiful voice. I caught a glimpse. But I could only see the back of his head. Her hair was reflecting brown in the afternoon sun. I didn't see her again that day.

For a few days, I would sit on the balcony just to see him. But I didn't get to see him. There was a wonderful peace in the anticipation of going to the balcony to see him. I didn't understand the meaning of love, but I was very eager to see him. A few days later, I was coming home from school by bus. I was looking out the bus window. Suddenly, I heard the familiar words. Thinking myself stupid, I gently patted my head and explained that it was my mistake. I heard them again. I couldn't sit there thinking I was stupid anymore, so I turned my face away from the window and looked in the opposite direction. I saw a boy who looked quite handsome, with hair like someone I knew. I stared at the boy's face with a smile.

The boy asked me, “Can I sit next to you?” I said, “No, I can sit next to you…” The boy smiled and sat down in the seat next to me. I felt like a fool at that moment. I sighed in relief at my own stupidity and looked out the window again. The bus driver braked so hard that my forehead hit the seat in front of me. But I didn't feel any pain. I looked up and saw the boy covering my forehead with his hand. The bus driver braked so hard that my forehead hit the seat in front of me. But I didn't feel any pain. I looked up and saw the boy covering my forehead with his hand.

Later, the boy introduced me by his name. I just stared at his face, unable to say anything. I felt like the heroine of a romantic movie, whose hero is with her, and will be with her for the rest of her life. The rest of the world seemed to stand still. Only he seemed to be moving. I don't usually talk to strangers. But he seemed familiar to me. But I didn't say a word for so long. Later the boy said to me, "Can't you talk? "I've been talking to myself ever since." I replied, "No, actually...!" He smiled and told me, "I'm not going to eat you or any animal." I couldn't say anything either.

After a while, when I reached my destination, I told him, "I'll get off here." He told me, "I'll get off here too." I said to myself, "I know... our destination is somewhere...!!!" The boy put me in front of him and asked the bus driver to stop the bus. I got off the bus and started walking straight. The boy started calling me from behind. I didn't answer at first, then he ran up to me and said, "Look, there's Kala next to Baba." I don't know why, but the boy was making my heart beat faster. Then the boy said to me, “My house is on the street in front of me, and yours?” I said, “Mine is there too.” The boy had a big smile on his face. He said, “I’m new here, so I don’t know anyone. It’s good that I know you.” I agreed and started walking again. The boy pulled my bag and said, "Will you be my friend?" I was very happy. I agreed again.

We both walked together to our house. The boy was very happy to see our houses side by side. Before saying goodbye, the boy asked, “Umm, can I have your mobile number?” I said, "I don't have a personal number." The boy's face showed that he was upset. Then, unable to control myself anymore, I ran to my house. That day is very memorable for me. First love, mixed feelings, the desire to see him, the anticipation of spending time with him. All in all, the feeling of my first love's first conversation was pretty good.