The first love

“Before tagging an attraction…”

Photo by Ernest Brillo on Unsplash

We were summer neighbors
We were preteens
We knew each other for more summers
From when we were younger.

I wasn’t aware of it
But there was a summer
Which I looked at her
With other eyes.

I felt something towards her
I knew that I liked her
But there was no goal
No label to put.

I didn’t feel nervous
I didn’t feel butterflies in my stomach
We played together and enjoyed ourselves.

We were so young
When you fall in love and you don’t know it,
I think we had not discovered
Still sexuality.

It was easy
Slowly
Between bike rides
Between racket games
Between board games.

Conversing naturally
We talked and it was enough
Being together with others or alone.