“Baby, I Love You”

These words echoed in my head over and over again as I made my way through the snow in order to get to class. A smile lingered on my face for the entirety of that time—a beautiful pretentious smile—as I remembered the smile you had on your face when you had said these words. There is always an elegant spark in your eyes, a beam on your face and a seriousness in your expression whenever you confess your love.

Oh, how so much I like to think about you!

It is true what they say… we can never forget our firsts. First school, first award, first car, first kiss, and first love…
First love wants something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

There is something special, almost mystical about the immature, young love. It has the ability to make us blush at the oddest of moments.
… and those first kisses. The curious kisses… the affectionate kisses…. the passionate kisses. I didn’t know there were so many types! :-)

There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.

First love is dangerous especially when it is also the last.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overcomes logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every moment we spend together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.

“Baby, I Locve You!”