#FANCLUB ╭ღ 🍃 💙 ღ╯ First, we never forget. They say that the first love we never forget, and I never forgot mine. But I'm talking about that childhood love, in which we dream that we will get married, have children and live happily ever after, without ever wanting to know, mine was no different. They were years of love lived and "suffered" in silence. I kept dreaming about the day when he would notice me and want to date me, hug me and walk hand in hand with me at school. The years passed and he noticed me, I was the ugly friend of the most beautiful class in the school, the result: Everyone had the chance, except me! Cruel life ... lol A lot of time has passed, but every time I meet, I have the same feeling, longing for what never happened. Life went on, he got married, had children and seems to be a passionate man, but for me he is still the boy with closed face and long hair that I was enchanted. My first big love! I had the opportunity to meet him yesterday, I kept discreetly looking for any sign, any look in which he could answer the big question: Did he ever know about my passion for him? I really don't know, but I'm sure that one day, between one beer and another, we will still be resolved, because doubt is the most cruel of deceptions.