I remember my first love even after all these years. He was a younger man.

He was five and I was six.

That meant for our first year I was at school and he wasn’t. But it was okay, because he lived next door. Every day I’d race home from school and we’d play all afternoon.
One day we decided to kiss like they do in the movies and my father caught us and I was grounded for two weeks.
Or maybe that never happened.
i was six.
I also have a vivid memory of flying around the back yard and that dinosaurs lived behind our house.
Memory is a funny thing.
But one thing you can’t falsify is that memory of emotion.
I loved him – at least as much as a 6 year old could.
He was my boyfriend for two years but then we had to move and I never saw him again.
My parents kept in contact with his and for a while I got updates.
I heard you studied engineering, got married, had kids. A normal life.
But sometimes I wonder if you look back on or even remember those years. And if you did, do you remember them the same?
Farewell, first love. I hope you had a wonderful life.

Love, February

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