*First Love....

My first love wasn't really a first love, it was more of a big crush. It was in 8th grade and her name was Angela, she was so pretty, the way she laughed, combed her hair in class so gracefully, and spoke with assurance. I remember the first day I saw her, she stood out like a person wearing neon pants on a rainy day. She was just the right size, not too tall and not too short, she had flowing light brown hair and a radiant appearance, in general. I had several classes with her, but never had the courage to go speak to her, until we were partnered up to work together on a science project.

I had butterflies in my stomach every time I would go sit next to her. When we would speak, I wanted  to burst out and say "I like you!!" We had many things in common like: we were both in orchestra, she plays the violin and I play the cello, both of our birthdays are in March, hers (March 1st) and mine is (March 2nd), like similar music, and we both have the same favorite color, green. As time went on throughout the year we spoke more and more, and we became really good friends.

I will never forget the year that I had my first crush, it was definitely the best year in middle school. I recently told her that I had a crush on her, I was so nervous when I told her, she took it rather well, she was silent for a second, then laughed and said "thanks for being honest, it took you long enough." Luckily it didn't ruin our friendship, in fact it bettered it as we talk more often and hang out: over the summer, weekends, and school events.