I am writing a part of my life, not to tell you how sexy it was, but to remind myself of the beautiful moments we had together.
Let me give you the context. The culture I am from, things are different from the western world. Especially sex and intimacy. People here don’t accept sex before marriage. That doesn’t mean they don’t do it. They just don’t share it in public.
When I was younger, I met a girl even younger than me. The moment I saw her, I had a crush on her. But I didn’t have the courage to tell her. Years passed. We were living a different life. After 4-5 years, we met again at a ceremony. This time, I had the courage to tell her. We became friends and I took her number and texted her at night. I told her, I once loved a beautiful girl. She was asking me who the girl was. I finally told her, She was the girl I am in love with. And I really meant it.
Forget to mention, in the last 4-5 years, we both had gone through a relationship. She mentioned it at the ceremony. Although I was in a relationship, I couldn’t forget her all those years.