Meaning of LOVE!!

I’d much rather write poetryThan immerse myself in study –I’d much rather think about youThan learn something new –You – are all I need to know –Of life, the world and love

THE FIRST KISS

Hi All,

This is my first blog ever so let's see how it turns out. I decided to share with the world my experiences of my first and only love and growing up with it. I hope you enjoy it

In the beginning of my adolesence i loved girls. Any girl if she was pretty. This was quite understandable because it's the first romantic and sexual contact you have, you don't know what your taste is. It's not specified yet. But when you grow older and you had a few small relationships you start to prefer certain types. With me i was still quite easy i had a lot of attention from girls and i liked them based on looks. But sometimes there was an exception i would meet a beautiful girl and she would extremely interesting too. You don't know how to act, you don't always feel comfortable but you want to be with her.

Then it happens, you really, truly fall in love for the first time. You are completely blown away, you just can't stop thinking about her. You want to spend every single minut with her. For me this was the case when i was about sixteen. I was in a hamar(i am from somalia) and i saw this girl walking on a street, she was unbelievibly beautifull, i couldn't stop looking at her and i knew she noticed me. We didn't stopped at all that day. But i found out she was going to the same school as i'm. I became friends with her best friend and one night that friend was over to my place to watch a movie. And she brougt THE girl, i was shellshocked. I couldn't believe it, that girl in my house and i was going to talk to her. So i smartly positioned myself next to her and we watched the movie. This was the most uncomfortable time ever. I wanted to kiss her, talk to her, hold her, everything. But as it turned out she wasn't all that interested in me at least that's what she said. There was also a small problem because her best friend was in love with me.

i will tell rest of the story later... comment on it if i get late.....

The kingdom

p.s. My apologies for the spelling and grammar, but because i am somali this isn't my first language.

Hopelessly

Well, i'd describe this blog as an insight into my looking glass. What I see, what i feel, and what i do, if it's important to me, i jot it down in here. Contained in this blog, is a part of me. When you read it, please understand, that the life of a golden child is not all smiles and rainbows