When I first saw her, she had a t shirt and shorts on; her hair was messy, as if she didn't brush it. Her sisters are by far more beautiful and desirable, but I can't stop
staring at her. She stands shyly by herself in the courtyard. Her and her family are new to the neighborhood, apparently their parents work for some big corporation.
You couldn't tell by their kids though. She comes up to greet me with her sisters, saying her name is Tris. I tell her I'm Tobias, and if she wants to play. My 12 year old
self loves playing cops and robbers, and they agree. A few others join, Tris being the one who doesn't talk or do much other than stand by her sisters. I'm put on her
team, which makes me smile. Her awkwardness increases when she's not put with her sisters, that makes me smile too. We run when we hear go, Tris eventually
lightening up and not being scared of being judged. A few minutes pass, Tris is nowhere to be found; her sisters may have found her.
"Ha! Found you!" I jump at the sound of a voice before I feel a warm hand grasp mine. I turn in surprise, Tris dragging me behind her. My face splits into a smile seeing
my brown skin against her white skin; it feels good to hold. She's laughing as we run, seconds later needing to stop to catch her breath, though all she does is collapse
in giggles. I lay down next to her, still holding her hand. We face each other, breathing hard and smiling so big it hurts. Is this what love is? A girl with plain clothes and
a plain face who gives you butterflies every time she looks your way? Who's painfully shy but painfully adorable when she blushes? I'm just a poor boy, I could never be
enough for this girl, so when she makes a move I get up, offering my hand to her before walking away. Which is almost as painful as getting shot.
I watch her from afar, only smiling at her when she waves. She walks with her dad a lot, coming home with more groceries than I get in a week. She wears pajamas to
the store, even in the mornings, her hair still as messy as usual. She's still beautiful, and I'm thankful to never have seen her with anyone else. I see it in her eyes that
she likes me too, when she sees me a smile stretches across her face, even as she walks away it stays. I smile for days after, the butterflies never seeming to leave. Her
dog loves me, she walks her by me and smiles as it kisses my face. She doesn't talk to me, just smiles at me then walks away. It's been a year or two so she must be
over me by now. I know even after I get married I'll still be in love with Tris, forever unfaithful to whoever I marry. We met at age 12, she left when I turned 17. She's
going onto see distance lands, while I'll be stuck here forever, destined to be poor. She doesn't say goodbye; just gives me a sad smile before going into her car. I see a
small tear leave her eye, quickly wiping it away before leaving. I'll never see her again; Tris, the girl who I barely talked to, who was my first love. My heart breaks, I'll
never forget the first time I saw her.