First Love, Last Love

First Love, Last Love

 

I watch the lady place the neatly folded napkin above our plates as the finishing touch for this dinner date. The fork, spoon, and other utensils are already placed on the table. The flower I bought from her favorite flower shop and the chocolate that I used to gave to her every valentine. I heaved a deep sigh of contentment as I look how perfect this day could be... The excitement I am feeling as if the 68 years old me is back on the day  I first met my first love.  

I met her back when I was 16 - the age when we are all reckless, ambitious, and happy-go-lucky. I was on my tattered denim jeans matched with my leather jacket carrying my guitar as I walk towards the place where I usually met my band members. I am not bragging but...as clear as I can remember I am quite famous back then. The girls keep waving at me as I sat on the grassy ground, underneath the biggest and oldest acacia tree inside our campus. I just sat there waiting for my band members while plucking some chords, writing a song that I can't finish. And then I saw her. Her wavy hair flows on the wind as if it's telling me to look at it, followed by her bright smile while laughing shyly with her loud friend. I was starstruck, to be honest, but well...I can't be that obvious.

I strum my guitar and sing one of my favorite songs.

"Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me" I started. Yep, nothing beats The Beatles back in my old days. I continue to strum my guitar as I continue to sing.

"I don't want to leave her now. You know I believe and how" I look at her as I continue to sing when I finally caught her attention together with the other passerby.

"Somewhere in her smile, she knows that I don't need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me"

The wind carries her hair as I start to get caught up in the moment. I stand up from where I am sitting and walk towards her direction- still singing The Beatle's Somethin'

Don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how


You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around, now it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Then she shyly tucked her hair behind her ears while looking anywhere except me. I know that this thing I am doing is quite cheesy but...this is my style and not to brag again,this is the style that most of the girls fall for.

"Something in the way she knows and all I have to do is think of her. Something in the things she shows me" I sing as I saw how the crowd joined in my song.

"I don't want to leave her now you know I believe and how"

I finished my song and to finish the game, I gave the final blow... What else? I winked at her and boom! The people around us whistle and cheered us on while I just look at her, no other.

"Hi," I said. She looks back at her friend before looking back at me.

"H-Hi?" She answered confused. See, she responds.

"I was sitting over there, and your blinding beauty caught my eyes. May I know your name?" I asked cooly and offer her a handshake.

"Anna..."

"Anna! What a wonderful name, as pretty as yours. Anyway, Anna. You might already know me but my name is George Hawthorn nic--"

"Sorry but I am Anna," Her friend with a mole beside her nose said. My face automatically contorts in confusion as her friend wave enthusiastically at me.

"Hi, I am Anna. Nice to meet you" Her friend said and shake my hand.

"You already know my friend so excuse us now." She said and whip her beautiful wavy hair against my face.

"Wait your name!" I exclaimed but she just ignored me. Ignored?! Me?!

"Emma! Emma is her name!"

"Hey! Are you crazy?!" She exclaimed to hush her loud friend but her friend just keep giggling at her.

"S-See you later Emma!" I said but she just runs away from the place while dragging her friend with her. Is she shy? Well, serenading her on the public is quite cheesy after all. I stand there even after my eyes can't see even her shadow. I just stand there still starstruck at her beauty as I clenched my pounding chest and realized that she's the one!

Then after that fateful day, I never miss a day to show how much I like her. Every day I sing for her, I woo her not just by my voice but also by exerting effort to catch her attention. I also remember the day that I found out that she's an honor student? I even heard that she's not into a stupid guy so I start to change my image for her. I mean I am still the sloppy me, but I tried to study harder than I usually do, and voila, I entered the special class, and we became classmates. I visit her house, introduce myself and ask her parents if I could court her. At first, her parents are against it but I guess my idiocy and persistence made them give up. I keep on visiting her house every morning with my scooter so that we could go to school together and then after class, I drive her back home. I did that every day until everything became natural. Inside the classroom, I pester her-- I mean, I keep on wooing her even if she gets annoyed most of the time, and to be honest, She already rejected me 97 times...YES! 97 TIMES and one of the most memorable rejections is when I asked her out again during our sports festival.

I am running so hard to shorten the gap between me and that guy from class 2 but I am not the sporty type so my stamina is quite low. Nevertheless, I look at Emma and screamed from the top of my lungs.

"EMS! IF I WIN THIS GO OUT WITH ME!" I exclaimed gaining a gasp from her and a loud cheer from the crowd and when she suddenly exclaimed.

"LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS GEORGE!" and that is my 97th time of being rejected. With that, I stumble on the ground and my head cracked open.

 But as I keep saying I am a man of my words, once I set my heart to one person that's it! I don't care anymore as long as she became mine I can even catch a star, climb the mountain, and swim the sea for her... Just to show how serious I am. Because being with her makes me realize some things not just about my feelings but also about myself. With her...I am becoming a better version of myself and with that, my love for her grew deeper. My unfinished song is even making a progress.



BhndTheStory

#234 in Short stories
#3919 in Romance

Story about: firstlove, first and last love, last love

Edited: 06.04.2021

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