My first crush, quite unexpectedly, traces back to my kindergarten years. We would always bring home center flyers to kindergarten and excitedly discuss what we’d buy when we were married. We always enjoyed our conversations, and I distinctly remember playing house together. However, due to family circumstances, I moved to a slightly distant town.
As time passed, we both ended up attending the same high school. Upon seeing her, I had an inkling of recognition and dared to approach her. To my surprise, she was indeed the same person I had shared those innocent kindergarten moments with. From then on, we kept in touch. When the summer break arrived, we made plans to meet up at a local fireworks festival, but she never showed up.
That moment left me heartbroken, and I never saw her again after that. Later on, through a whisper of a rumor, I heard that she had dropped out of high school and had a child.
I had hoped for a more cinematic turn of events, something akin to a romantic manga. However, reality hit hard. I don’t anticipate our paths crossing again, but I sincerely hope she’s leading a happy life. This is my bittersweet tale of a first crush.
Thank you for reading my story.