Full name: Bui Thanh Thuy- Rimi. Class: 12. Subject: Contemporary World Literature/ Mrs. Alison. Amateur.
First love maybe is not the last one but to be in love is a pleasure. He and I were two poles of the magnet: one positive and one negative. Things could never be settled down. From “Anh” I realized that first love was sweet and unforgettable even though it would never last long. The childish dream, was to be together, just never came true.
My first love was the best but only memories left, the familiar taste about “Anh” to me.In my own world, illusion about love always obsesses me. The thoughts that love will never end until my last breath, lovers can stay next to each other fill me up in my unreal world. After “Anh” has gone I see that lovers are not necessary have to be side by side, love is to see your partner’s happiness. “Anh” taught me happiness is not the thing you can see through right in front of your eyes; you see it by heart. It is also because of him, and his love that inspired me to move on. Now.
I have someone for my own, someone but not “Anh”.It is not too proud to say “Anh” and I had a beautiful love story but not a happy ending. My love story was not a record of how long we have gone but rather how I felt, how those ordinary moments catch me deeply inside.
When I write this memoir somebody will ask why don’t I call him by his name; I will answer them in bottom of my heart, I save a special place for only “Anh” not as a lover anymore but as someone that I loved, someone let me experienced the sweet the bitter flavor of love and be loved. The name reminds me, he is not normal person in the thousand one who pass me on the street everyday.At least he knows, I know. As the opening of any love story romance is an important ingredient. “Anh” came to me softly as wind arrived then departed, when I woke up, I was no longer be a love day- dreamer. It was the end of 8th grade summer. Our class was on the final rehearsal for the opening ceremony; three more days until the school officially starts. People were so excited, could not wait for the new school year.
Was that so strange when two people never aware of the existence of other but love could tide them together? Anh” and I never talked to other once before in fact we studied in the same class, I did not even notice that have we stand next to each other or not. I pay no care for him; he does the same for me, I wonder. Sometimes amazing things occurred without our intentions; a tiny little thing could build up a whole different story. The crazy thing came from my classmate’s rumor at the beginning of summer break that “Anh” had feelings for me; rumor was untrustworthy however this time it affected me so much.
I remember that news made a big tide I mean a scandal in my class.It sounded weird when the news approached, it sounded weirder when the news confronted me, as a person in the game I could not figure it out. Someone like “Anh” would never fall for me and I would rather die than love back someone like him. That was stupid. The whole summer, the rumor came from person to person, people started blowing it up out of nothing.
My classmates were so annoying. They bothered me then him; they tried to dig further information but I have none to tell them seriously. Whenever it takes my capture of that time I remember the rumor got me so uncomfortably?Summer passed behind; school camp began. The old issue was brought up again and again. I knew it was not true so I tried not to care anymore but indeed I did. It pulled me all the way down with all the curiosity and the ebullient nature of youth.
Nevertheless, the surprise haven’t revealed yet. I was not good at remembering day and time even though at some point it was only couple weeks after the school year began. The last Chemistry period on Friday was a torture, everyone was so exhausted; we had a chapter test, it was tough.I did not get a high score on that test; not reviewing was not the reason, “someone’s” letter distracted me. Although I knew it was from whom, I chose to remain in silence. My heart seemed like jumping out of my chest, I could guess what was going on however how it really happened was not what I expected.
I kept myself calm; he had made his first sign. He got me; somehow I was confused; my mind was a messy combination of many stuffs. Happiness?… Yes. Worry?.
.. Yes. Agitation?… Yes.I decided to put myself in a safer way; a wise choice was never accept the offer for the first time, I just ignored, pretended I received a blank paper.
Challenge was not always wrong but it was cruel… Really, wasn’t it hurry to accept something that came out of blue, but I thought I was overreacted. If there was any chance I mistaken him, I thought it would embarrass me. What if that was a joke that some stupid boys in my class invented, what if the letter was sent to every girl in my class. I could not imagine a thing. Letters weren’t stopped sending, inside not too much words…