For me, love is a feeling or an emotion which is not understandable until now how to fall in love with someone is just like a mystery so I scroll down all across the internet to know what true love is and how can I know that I am in love with someone so what I get was that
Your first love is not always the person whom you kiss or the first person whom you date. Your first love is the person you will always compare everyone to. The person that you will never truly get over, even when you have convinced yourself you have moved on
My first love is strange a little bit because I fell in love when I was 7 years old and that special person was none else than my teacher.
We always heard that a daughter's first love is always her father whom she saw and wanted a partner just like him same with me and when I first got admission to my school I was in class 1 and found that person who had all abilities like my father.
I know that a teacher's place is equal to a father but at that time I was not adult enough to think at that time I was just a small girl who loved to hear stories, play, and eat chocolates
Studying was never a load for me and not only for me for all our classes he had just a magical teaching method that we get everything he said at the moment.
He never takes a leave from school so I never think of a day without his story which I heard from him I never imagined how much I was attached to him in just a year
After a year he transferred from school when he came to meet us we all were crying because we just want to study from him . You just can't believe that I was crying and I just hugged him and started to cry more no no I don't let you go.
It was just a moment that now when I remember I thought how can I be so childish he picked me up even took me to the shop and gave me chocolate but I just didn't want chocolate I wanted him but it was impossible now that was the last day we met.
He went I fell ill for a week I was not eating my father worked in Lahore when he came to know that I had fallen ill and my condition was just worsening day by day he returned home and took me to the park to make me play. My sparrow also died by getting into a fan. My father transferred me to a school where there were no old things everything was new, new teachers, and new friends but I never forget him.
I don't know if that was love or just my childishness but there was something that I always tried to find him but he was just like a dream and never appeared again now I don't even remember his face clearly, not even his age but I remember the time which I love to spend with.