Chapter 1 : The girl from the 8th grade
I first met her in high school, when I was in the eighth grade.
At that age, I didn't know much about love. I only knew that there was something about her that quietly caught my attention.
It wasn't just her appearance.
It was her character.
The way she spoke.
The way she reacted to things.
The emotions she showed without even trying.
She was kind in her own way, and there was something calm and genuine about her that made me want to know more.
At first, she didn't like me the way I liked her. 😆
But that didn't stop me.
Instead, it made me curious.
I wanted to know what made her laugh,what made her sad and what kind of dreams she had.
And slowly, without realizing it, I found myself wanting to be near her.
We studied together in the hostel.
Those days were simple.
Books on the table, quiet evenings, little conversations, ordinary moments that didn't seem important at the time.
But years later, I realized those ordinary moments had become some of my most precious memories.
I didn't know then that the girl I met in the eighth grade would become my first crush.
My first love ♥️
And someone I would carry in my heart for years.
Back then, we were just two girls studying together in a hostel.
We had no idea that our story had already begun.
