Do you remember the time we first met? It was sunny then, summer of April two thousand and seven. It was the 18th and the heat of the sun made me stand under the shade you're in. You wore loose pants and a polo shirt, hitting smokes with my bud Ton. You were holding a book, the reason why you came back to school. As soon as I left, you asked Ton for my number. He resisted. Then you remembered, I was always hanging out with Wea and Onet, and Wea gave you 10 phone numbers because I was always hard to find. You tried texting two of them, and I, the always insomniac me, responded easily which I had never texted back anyone whom I don't know. It was midnight, and we talked 'til sunrise. I went to school without sleep. To my surprise on that day after class, you come along with me and Daye, and we drank 'til we drop.

Since then we were inseparable, uncontrollable; jumping off from buses because of the thrill of not paying the fare. I always surprise you by sneaking out, you never wanted me to come home. Streets became our pad and the stars were the only witnesses. We were crazy–going to different bars and farther places. Running to different mazes, seeing different faces. It was the best years of my life, meeting you was one of the blessings in disguise.

A kiss on my forehead defined our relationship. And my smile confessed that I really have fallen for you. You were my first. My first boyfriend, my first love, my first kiss, and of course, my first heartache. I really hope you'll be mine forever. You were the best prick, and I am happy that I joined this roller coaster ride with you.

No one could ever top the memories we had then, no one could ever replace what you made me feel 'til now. Love is not all about chocolates and roses, love is not about contracts or rings. It is all about butterflies and corner smiles. Warm hugs and endless kisses. Love is all about having the same feeling since day 1 and not about “because you need to”. Love is all about, well. .. LOVE.