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“Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.” ~ Unknown ~  

 It was a mystery that I fall in love with the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. She was my first love and no matter what will happen it will stay that way, my one and only first love.

I didn’t force myself to find my first love nor did I try to find her. I just knew right away when I first saw her that what I felt was like a bolt of lighting – this is it, it is her, it is real, this is love, and I’m falling.

I noticed her inside a jeepney as I was heading home. She was right there in front of me: round eyes, short hair, fuller lips and a bewitching smile as she spoke with her friends. They were headed to the same place as I did.

It was the best and happiest ride of my life because for the next several years I had spent my life with my first love, with only her in my mind, thinking all the time.  She made my life like a prince in a fairy tale, and her my princess.

Now, here comes what I called a mystery, or was it consequential that she was with Francis’s eldest sister, Belen Chawaten, and was her room mate while going to college?

Francis was one of my buddies in Acoje but I never met her eldest sister even once in Acoje. 

It was only after a series of conversations and revelations as I began to woo my first love when Belen learned that I was an Acojenian.

I had countless crushes since I was younger but never had I fallen in love with them. How I wish I had fallen to each of them because I would have given it my all.

If I tried to find my first love perhaps things may had been different. And I think the quotation below is right:

“Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s called falling in love, because you don’t force yourself to fall, you just fall.” ~ Unknown ~

P.S.
Happy birthday Erlinda, July 7, Gerona, Tarlac