• Writing

    young love

    The first time I fell in love was in second grade. A new boy joined our class, he was half mexican and I remember sitting behind him on the carpet as my homeroom teacher read us a book, looking at the back of his head, and thinking “I love this boy.” I must have been six or seven years old. Love to me was Troy and Gabriella dancing in the rain, it was Cinderella and Prince Charming´s “So This is Love”. Love was my grandparents and their forever kind of marriage, it was my parents who weren´t married but had two children and a house and kissed each other. Love…