Descriptive Essay

MY FIRST LOVE…..MY TRUE LOVE?

by: Mary Jane G. Funa

Do you still remember the feelings that you felt when you in love for the first time?  My first love was like a roller coaster. It gave excitement, fear and nervous but after all, at the end of it, it gives us happiness and relieve.

The first time I felt to in love was when I was in high school with my classmate. He was one of the intelligent students in our class. A silent type of man but had sense every time he opened his mouth. Every time I saw him approaching me, my heart beat like a drum.  Its sound was much louder than my voice so I hardly heard his voice.  I was shy and anxious with myself thinking these questions: did I look beautiful? Did he like me, too? I was not paying attention to what he was saying. My heart spoke louder than him. I always wanted to go to school just to see him. I saw difficult things into a simplest one; though I was in a big puzzle having hard time to solve what was really in there, what he really felt.

One day, I was seated in a cool green grass under the sturdy tree, listening to the chirping of the birds while doing my project when he approached me. He seated beside me and asked if he could disturb me for a while. Timidly but agitated, I said yes. Then he told his feeling towards me. We felt the same. Our feelings were mutual. When I heard this, the sounds of the birds became the love song to my ear, the grass turned into a beautiful flower and the sky was smiling at me. I felt that I was like a princess in a fairy tale, having the long hair and he was my prince who would do everything just to prove his love to me. During this time, I did not want to lose this ecstasy in my life.

I was not expecting that this delight of mine had an end. My colorful world turned into dark. My happiness turned into sadness. He was like an air to me that I could felt his love but couldn’t touch it. Couldn’t hold it.

I gave up tired of waiting and hoping that someday our road will cross again, until I met this good looking man. He was a responsible, family bounded and thoughtful man who captured my heart for the second time. Finally, I gave my heart to him, to the man who can give up everything just to make me happy.

 Looking back of my first love, I’m glad that I felt it. Though we were not meant for each other, memories of him still placed in one part of me. This experience of mine looked like a book that did not have an end, but I chose to put a conclusion with it. Not about my first love, but with the man who endures pain just to spend his life with me, my husband and my one and true love.