My First Crush
My First Crush2 mins 2.1K 2 mins 2.1K
I had just turned 16 and shifted to a new locality where I saw this cute girl about a year or two younger than me. I realised how sweet sixteen makes you fall in love at first sight.
I used to cycle around, looking at her at the window and occasionally I would dare to smile. I hoped she would smile back, or come down so that we could talk. The best thing about her was her eyes. They were beautiful, they had a certain melancholy to them. I started smiling at her more often. She never returned my smile. I knew she was hard to impress. Moreover, her father seemed to be a strict, conservative kind. Everytime he came out in the balcony, she immediately went in.
One day, she stunned me. She was waiting for me to come out. We looked at each other. Our eyes looked into each others'. She was ready. She flew a paper plane towards me. I went absolutely crazy at God's generosity.
I cycled full speed to pick the best airplane in the world. I unfolded the plane.
"I am 15 and married to the 51-year-old man who you think is my father. I like the way you children play. Stop smiling at me and have no hopes."
I looked up to where she was. Tears rolled down my eyes and she wiped hers. For the first time, she gave me a smile. My heart crushed that day. I realized what freedom was. I wanted to help her.
It was far beyond me....my first crush.