My First Love And I

Nobody forgot his first love, did you? It rarely happens unless that love was so disappointing that you decided to forget it.

My first love I never forgot her, even if that love wasn’t shared. I was only a child and she was a young adult. So I never told her.

But I still remember the smell of her perfume and the beauty of her face even many many years later.

What would have been her reaction if I had told her? I don’t know. Maybe embarrassment, maybe joy, but coldness surely not.

I wonder what she is doing now and if she is reading my blog. She is much older than me now and probably back in Japan.

Hiroko, thank you for being my first love, even if I was too shy to tell you, I know you felt it.

Dan Assuied