First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever. -Rosemary Rogers

She was awaken, emerging from a dream like it was a movie that says "...to be continued." She heard his familiar voice over the phone like it was yesterday. She recalled his laughter and thought how beautiful it sounds in her ears. She was about to see him again after so many years of absense, then the screen turned black and she woke up. She wanted to linger for a while, continue the dream because she wanted to see him. She tried to close her eyes one more time, perhaps it will continue. She failed. Dreams never continue where you left them off. Her mind drifted and she started to recall the years gone by like it was a memory chest. A box of treasure that no one can ever own but herself. It was hers. He never failed to visit her in her dreams all this years. It doesn't come as often as she wants it to be but it surprises her that she still dreams about him. Sometimes, there were tears in her eyes and sometimes a smile.

This is the time when hearts are young and the world is yet to be discovered by a fourteen year old girl. She was young, she was naive and she was confused. She was an ordinary girl, full of dreams and life. She was a cinderella who lived with an evil aunt. She was made to believe that she is no good, she will never go far. Her subconcious mind fought back in ways unimaginable. It was a life of struggle.

He was almost a man but not yet. At nineteen, he looked almost dignified. Handsome and very shy. White t-shirt, black pants and a clean cut. He was sitting in their bakery store that extends to thier house. He was very engrossed in reading, "Archie and Veronica". He didn't notice that someone was stealing glances from him because he never really cared about that. He didn't notice that someone was in front of him trying to purchase some of his "bread for sale". She forced herself to say something after all she was buying. He never even looked at her face, she was half thankful and half dissapointed for if he glance at her for a minute she was sure she is going to melt. He returned to his reading, she was dissapointed she never even saw his smile and heard his voice. He was like a robot, stiff and serious.

She took her diary and started writing like a fourteen year old girl.

Dear Diary,

I found the man of my dreams but I couldn't reach him.He is heaven and I am earth. We are Universe apart. My heart is beating like crazy. I never felt this way before. My love is divine and in my thoughts, he is mine.

I long to be captured by him but I know it is impossible. I wish he will glance my way and show me a smile so I can keep it inside my heart. I am contented to love him from a far.

I will keep it a secret between you and me. Did you see him? Oh, good heavens! He is magical. We will get married someday, it says so in, "flames". I am his F - friend and he is my L - lover equals M - marriage. I hope that someday it will come true.

Love and Forever,

Sheena

Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly, and without expectation... We don't love to be loved; we love to love. -Leo Buscaglia

...to be continued