Love for me felt like my hollow heart being filled with an ocean of feelings, overflowing into every inch of my being.
The first time I saw him I was only a naive student, being dragged by my parents to settle in a different city. And there he was the handsome hunk or the crème de La crème of the school. People respected him regardless of the young age because of how he carried himself hailing from a powerful family and also being a genius.
Somehow my eyes would follow him wherever he went. Believe me I'm not a stalker, I'm far from that. My mom braided my long hair in my first day of school and and I was at the delicate age of 15 where puberty hit me hard and I had a forehead full of acne. Besides being good in my studies, I was basically ignored because of my negligible sense of existence.
Even so I always felt that he could feel me staring at him when he'd sharply stare at me all of a sudden resulting in my flustered expression. This went on for 3 years of high school.
I was his unknown follower: he'd be first in the grade and I'll be second, I'll participate in all the competitions he was participating yet we never spoke. The girls in my school basically ignored me being his little follower because according to them he'd never look at the ugly girl.
During high school graduation day when I mustered my courage to confess my first love, I saw him kissing a girl at the end of school corridor.
My first love, my innocent heart went through its first heartbreak. No it wasn't his fault. Yet I was devastated to go through those unknown emotions.
Regardless of this, I still felt that unknown feeling where my heart swelled each time I looked at him.
I don't know if it infatuation or love at first sight, but believe me when I say today when I'm 23 and look back I still feel that I've never felt that way towards another person among the several people that pass by me every day. Maybe it is love or may be infatuation, but I still hope to meet a person who'd love me and who I'll be able to love as well.