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Personal Narrative- My First Love

I believe in love even though I am just seventeen years old. Have you ever fallen deeply in love with someone? Yes, I have.

It was a shivery day, the sky was grey. In my warm and silent classroom from my favourite seat in my deadening lesson, I could see through the window the snow all over the street. I felt as though I was outside in someone’s arms even though no one was around me, I could not hear anything else other than the sound of me breathing in the cold and an irritating noise ’ tic toc, tic toc, tic toc ’ which was the sound of the clock. But, I feel human warmth around me and the cold wind like I was outside.
At this moment, I heard the school bell. I felt so relieved because I was waiting for that impatiently. I knew that during break time, I could spend time with him, just us. The boy that change my though about love. Usually, we had a little spot where we could be alone, where we could rest.

As I reached our secret place, I could see him approaching. Knowing he was coming my way, my heartbeat start to pound faster than before, as I saw him walking. He was slightly dragging his steps as if he was hiding his excitement to see me. My cheek started to become red, a vivid red very close to pink almost the same colour as the shirt that I was wearing and I could not stop smiling like an imbecile. I had never seen me struggle so hard to say a word. I was so childish. I said to myself; . . . read more.