Share your memories and take a trip back in time. What a lovely time it was.
Once, we visited our village for a wedding. I was with my parents, and the atmosphere was filled with joy. Everyone was happy. Then I saw her—a girl who seemed just like my dream girl. "Her simplicity radiated from her face." It was the first time I experienced love at first sight. Everything else faded away. Despite the many girls around, my heart was set on her. She was the sweetest.
She invited me into her home and served me lunch. We spent time talking and playing games. She was 17, and I was 19. We were lost in our own world while the adults busied themselves with wedding preparations for the night ceremony at midnight. As I chatted with her, I felt like I was falling in love. Everything felt perfect.
But as the night wore on, I fell asleep at 11:00 PM, missing the wedding entirely. When I finally woke up at 4:00 AM, the house was bustling with breakfast preparations. I started looking for my girl, only to discover the bride sitting on a bench. It dawned on me that the girl I had fallen for had gotten married. I hadn’t realized it since I rarely visited the village. My love at first sight had turned into a fleeting attraction. I couldn’t help but pity her for marrying so young—just 17.
What began that afternoon had come to an end by the next morning. She was beautiful, charming, and cute, and I never saw her again.
