Childhood is an amazing and unforgettable time in our life. We get bigger and older but the memories we have of our childhood remains intact in all of us. Those were the days, when we were truly innocent and did not have any idea about the conflicting thoughts and emotions of this creepy world. This story is among one of the most memorable events of my life.

Among childhood memories were the days of innocence and fun. The memories of my first kiss hold a great value in my life. It is one of the most memorable events of my childhood. It's the story of the first essence of love, the first crush. This is why she has to be in the first chapter.

I do not know why I used to like her. Like she did not have anything special. She wasn't beautiful or something. She had a tall figure, with haircuts like boys. With two pony tails at two opposite ends of her head. At times, she would look like a demoness from the underworld. Her pony tails were straight , and she looked straight into the air, and she used to wear colourful hairclips on them. It looked funny. But what more can you expect from a girl at that age. We boys, however, were always cool.

Although she was not the most beautiful pf the class, somehow it just happened, and I guess at that tender age, who cares about anything. She will go down in history as my first kiss. Yes, I got my first kiss in the nursery class. It is difficult to swallow the fact that an introvert like me got his first kiss at such a young age.

I was the small gut in the strange atmosphere. Though i studied there before, but still i was pretty young and shy. It was the first week of my nursery class, and this is where i met her. It was a mixed school, so boys and girls used to be in the same class. On that day, somehow, we got to sit on the same bench, and so an unlikely bond started.

I was the quiet guy in the class, always sitting on the backbench, but she somehow found me interesting. We became friends , and our bond was so strong that we became inseparable. And my own childish heart somehow liked her. We used to play together and sit on the same bench. Our friendship got so close that she used to come visit me during our family functions and birthday parties.

It was one of my birthday parties when the event took place. I do not remember much, but she had small hairs like boys, with two hair clips attached to two distinctive end of her hair. We had a traditional set up, and invited many of my school friends and family into the party.

We were playing ,while the so-called boring g adults, which I am now, were just gossiping and doing their thing. That's when it happened. She was smiling and playing,and all of a sudden she came closer to me,I got a bit shy but I was just a kid. So I did not think much. I remember it briefly. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. As if to celebrate the occasion of my birthday. And I stood still, like a moron, when she came close and gently kissed me. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she came close, closed her eyes, and gently kissed me. It was a completely different experience for me, and i was not expecting it. I was confused about the fact that what had just happened, and I did not know how significantly important that event was. Like it was just a random kiss, no feelings or emotions whatsoever.

As I looked up to her, she giggled and blushed, her cheeks turned rose pink. Her reaction filled me with a sense of joy. My friend kissed me, which means we are true friends. At that age, love or relationship was not a thing. We were kids who did not have any idea what we did or how significant it could have been. But as time went by , we changed our schools and slowly parted our ways. Everything changed and faded away, so did our friendship, and so did our life. She is now a stranger living in a strange world. But my fond memories with her will always be there. She will be an integral part of my story.

Among all the false souls in this vivid world ,rarely meet with someone with inner beauty. As they say, true beauty lies within the body and not just in physical attribute or appearances. This story belongs to someone really special to me. She was an amazing personality. Perhaps the most humble and caring soul i met throughout my journey so far. It is important to note that in today's world, finding such a human being is so difficult as, to find a needle in a haystack. She was an important person and truly an amazing personality i met in class one. Although it took me time to understand my feelings, I never got the chance to express anything to her, even if I wanted to. This story follows a brief encounter with her.

While other girls used to ignore me, due to my shy and timid nature, she was the only one who never looked down on me. She was a completely different human being ,which kept her aside from all the others in the class. She was always kind and respectful of me and my shy nature. She was a good friend of mine.From the first day I got to meet with her, I knew there was something different about her. Although my shyness and introverted nature often made it difficult for others to connect with me. She used to see me as i am. She knew and understood that i was having some problems fitting in, and she was always there to help me whenever i needed them. Sometimes, she used to go against her friends, who would mock me for my silent and introverted nature. Her ability to stand against the wrong made her a wonder woman type of personality. She was an amazing soul who had a long-lasting impact on my heart. Everything I used to tell a story she would listen with so much attention and curiosity .And that age, I was not a great writer or storyteller, but even though she used to listen to me with curiosity and attention.

It was the day of our class party and all the girls except for her did not participate in the class party. And while everyone was at the class, I got to spend some alone time with her. We were just moving around, as we were both bored and there was still time for the party to start. And upon closer inspection, I realized how beautiful her eyes were. She had bold, shiny black eyes that had a resemblance to those of the anime girls. She possessed a genuine and kind heart that drew my attention. It felt like an instant feeling, a sense of purpose and understanding as if you saw a reflection of your own hidden self. Her personality drew me towards her like a strong magnet.

Since no other girls were present there, and it was still time before the party started, we were just walking on the floor, talking about random things. When i began to charm her up, I was saying how her makeup was looking. When i said that her make-up made her stand out from others, she was laughing, i guess she did not think of her as that. Truth is , it was not a great idea to put makeup on her. especially so much mascara in her eyes. That looked black and full of dark circles. Anyway, i was just casually flirting with her. And then I spoke the magical words; You have the most beautiful set of eyes in the whole world, and you are truly an exceptional person. For a moment, I thought she might not like it, but she did. She felt shy, looking down on her legs. She gave a smile and said thank you. I realized that I had fallen in love with her, not because of physical appearance, but because of the beautiful person she was on the inside. Her compassion, empathy, and kindness touched my heart deeply. The whole day we spent together at the class party, and slowly our bond flourished.

But before things could move forward, she changed the school, never to be seen again.As she parted ways, so did the story.

Writing a love letter in today's era is a vague idea or something very lagging. But at the time ,I mean, during the early 2000s writing a love letter was still a thing. At that time, gta games were just getting popular among the youngsters. I remember my homies, of that time talking and gossiping about cheat codes or whatever the shit was. I , however, was not interested in them. I would rather have time alone or play cricket. At that time, I was not particularly interested in gaming.

She came in as a new student from out of nowhere. Her father was a business man and recently he shifted to Dhaka, due to some business purposes. She looked physically different from all other girls in her class. She had green eyes like emeralds that would captivate anyone who dared to look upon their depths. Her reddish-brown hair fell down her shoulders. She was tall with a foreign accent in her voice. Her fair complexion and her emerald eyes tryky set her apart from all others. From the first day she entered the class , every passing spul on board be it be men or women , every single person stared at her magical beauty. I guess like me, they never saw such beauty before. She was a beauty without the brain. Yes, she was undoubtedly the most dumbest girl I saw. She lacked the simplest reasoning skills and a lack of willpower to do anything. I remember the times when our teachers reluctantly tried to help her out, but she was too stubborn to change herself. Anyway, I am not here to discuss her academics, so let's get into the story again.

I was so much mesmerized by her elegant gestures and beauty that I decided to write her a love letter. With that idea, in my mind i tore down a paper from one of my school vopies and made a perfect heart design that goes well with the ketter that was about to be followed. At that age, i did not have the necessary knowledge or expertise to write a heart touching love letter. So I put my heart out and put up my feelings onto the piece of paper. Each word that i put on the paper was a statement of my admiration and affection that had blossomed within me. With shaking hands, I folded the piece of paper that held the letter into a neat square, sealing it with all my emotions and feelings within it. It was a testament to my love, to my emotions and to be poetic it was my heart ,that was written with pencil on paper.

But i was scared to give it to her, thinking she might not take it well. What if she gets angry and throws the letter away. I waited for the whole day throughout our six classes. As the final bell of the class rang, signalling the end of the day, I mustered the courage to approach her and give her the most awaited love letter.I walked towards her like a gladiator walking down the aisle to confront his opponent. With my heart pounding, hard as I walked up to her bench, I began to sweat profusely. As i was walking towards her, she looked up, her emerald eyes looking straight into mine. I took a deep breath, and with shaking voice, I handed her the letter.

"This is for you," I said in a shaking voice, trembling with fear and anxiety.

Her delicate fingers accepted the letter, and for a moment, as she gave a fine smile. With a gentle nod, she acknowledged my gesture, and I watched as she carefully tucked the letter into her bag, holding my heart within her possession. While I rushed outside, walking away from her as if to get away, in case I see a missile being launched straight at me.

The funny thing is, it was the last class before a 20-day summer vacation, and I never got a reply as she went abroad the following year. She did come back, but I never felt the same about her. I realized she was not the one for me. She had developed an arrogant and rough personality.