memory of my first love
memory of my first love i would like to thank you for letting me go. because i knew it was not meant to be, but i let it happened anyway. back in high school, i had always been curious how people actually survive relationships. as awkward as any teenage, i couldn't even hold a proper conversation with a close friend. this may come as a surprised because i had always been the chatty one. but honestly, i was never the center of any conversation. i was merely an avid and attentive participant, to keep the conversation going. not really the type of person who start any meaningful or memorable conversation. that same curiosity got the better of me. almost everyone around me was either with someone or had someone. most of them go around parading their break-up or still-together badges. to be honest, i wondered how and what a relationship meant. i saw couple huddled together, talking for hours. the only person i could talk to for hours was myself. and i had to work r...