(Day 19 of #30DaysWritingChallenge)
The title is right. It's in plural form.
I had a male friend who had curly hair in my kindergarten. I found him adorable at that time. Gosh, even me when I was a kid had already known that kind of thing.
And then, there was this cute boy whom I liked in my elementary school since 2nd grade until 5th grade, but I never got to make him know.
There's also a story when I had a crush on a handsome, great-in-English-language boy in my middle school who already had a girlfriend (his girlfriend was in a different school). I told him my feeling in a letter written with my English poem on it. Of course, I would get rejected.
I don't think I could consider my crushes in my senior high school as "first loves". Only some ordinary crushes. Perhaps it's because I've experienced how it is to have a crush, so it's not very special. Well, I had a liking to one of my seniors just for a moment and fell for my close friends. Unfortunately (and certainly), nothing worked because I didn't feel to confess anything anymore. Love was too amorous at that time.
However, I came to identify my crushing as first love again in college because it's like coming-of-age stuff as a young adult. My last first love occurred when I was in my 2nd semester of college. Ironically, the man whom I had a crush on at that moment was my other friend in senior high school. This friend of mine was a board of the student council and the chairman of the board of mosque family (dewan kemakmuran masjid) in my senior high school. He wasn't in the same faculty (and, indeed, the same major), but we were friends for some period. He was gorgeous and smart. I saw him as a mentor figure. But, things didn't work well so we parted ways.
The thing is, I'd like to see my experience as lessons to become a better person and to love better. I hope, when I've met the one I will spend the rest of my life with, I'm ready to love more in a certain way that I can do. So, come what may!
