Falling in love is short.

It happened so fast. It was probably the best four months of my entire life so far., to love and be loved in return from my football head. My wildest fantasies had finally come true, and here we were, walking home from school, hand in hand, blissfully unaware of the world around us. I felt like swooning.

I really should be happier. But they say love never lasts, and although I've waiting this long to taste my sweet ice cream, but that very thought still lingered at the back of my mind, no matter how hard my other thoughts have tried to push it out.

Memories are long.

I really thought it would last, or at least last longer.

It was really the best four, nearing five months of my life. I felt that I belonged with her, and she with me. I told her I loved her, and really meant it. But she didn't believe me.

We fought over nothing after our fourth month. I saw past her façade of hurtful words that stung and her aggressive actions. She was scared, afraid that we would not last, afraid that I would leave her. She ended it first, thinking that she would feel less of the heartache that came after.

She was wrong though. Because I would have never left her, I would have held her hand through everything, bracing everything the world threw at us, if she gave me that chance.

People say you'll always remember your first love. I won't remember Helga, because remembering her would mean that our love was the past, already on the verge of being buried in the sand. I'll work towards creating new memories for us, no matter how hard she pushes me away. I'll do whatever it takes, because that girl with the pink bow is no just my first love, she is my true love. I know it.


Hey, I'm Winona and its my first time writing on fanfiction, so I'll really appreciate some constructive comments, thanks ! :D