First love.
Posted in Insider by insider. October 23rd, 2008
You never forget your first love.
17 years old, I moved to Paris. During a 5h train journey, I fell madly in love with a boy. It felt like we were worlds apart. Until he actually noticed me. Properly.
It felt like we’d always had been together. Three months later it was time for me to leave the French capital. We wrote each other every week for a year and half. But then the letters started faiding. And all that was left were just poems about how two young people had met on a train.
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