They say first love is the purest. For some, it’s a sweet memory. For others, it becomes forever.
Mine started in school—with a girl in my class. I liked her, but instead of saying anything, I teased her. On graduation day, nerves got the best of me, and I cracked a stupid joke at her expense. Then life moved on. I shifted to another city, finished college, dated a bit—but nothing felt right.
Five years later, our class had a reunion. She was there. And somehow, even more beautiful than I remembered.
On impulse—the craziest thing I’ve ever done—I proposed to her. Right there, in front of everyone.
She said yes.
Later, she told me she’d loved me back then too.
We got married soon after, had two amazing kids, and just celebrated 10 years of marriage. We’re still best friends, still laughing, still in love.
My only regret? The five years we spent apart.