He was my first sin… and I was his.
We were born on the same day—August 7th.
Same day. Same fate.
Just one year apart… but a lifetime of emotion between us.
It all began with a piece of cake.
An innocent exchange, orchestrated by mothers who had no idea they were tying two souls together for eternity.
A simple gesture—“Give him a piece,” they said.
That single bite sealed something far greater than a birthday wish.
A moment.
A spark.
A beginning.
He was my brother’s classmate.
My senior.
Untouchable… yet somehow, fate made him mine.
They called me bold.
“Gutsy,” they’d whisper.
Because I was the girl who broke the rules—
Who walked right up to him, heart pounding, and said the words most girls keep buried:
“I love you.”
I was no beauty queen.
Just a schoolgirl with awkward hair, an unsure smile, and a heart full of wildfire.
But he said yes.
He said yes to me.
Even when I didn’t believe I was worth loving, he did.
And then it began—
The kind of love that ruins you for everyone else.
That first trembling hand-hold.
That first hug that melted time.
That first kiss…
the one that sealed my soul to his forever.
He was everything.
My first.
My only.
The boy who taught me how deep love could feel.
He became my definition of it.
My reason. My home.
But love is not always soft.
It can be cruel…
Unforgiving.
And time, the silent thief, came for us.
I left.
Not out of hate—
But out of confusion, youth, the noise of the world.
And in the noise, I lost him.
I thought I would find something better.
But all I found were illusions.
Fleeting touches. Temporary emotions.
Nothing real.
The world outside showed me what fake love looked like.
How people now give love like passing time—
And how rare it was…
What he and I had.
That kind of love doesn't come twice.
And I had it.
I destroyed it.
Now… I return.
Not as the girl I once was.
But as a woman who carries the weight of her own mistakes.
A soul haunted by the boy who once called her his world.
But his eyes…
They don’t light up anymore.
They darken.
With pain.
With fear.
With doubt.
And I can’t blame him.
He gave me his heart.
And I broke it.
I can’t just reappear after years and expect him to love me like nothing ever changed.
Because everything has.
I have.
He has.
So I wait…
In silence.
In shadows.
Giving him the one thing I never gave before:
Time.
But with every heartbeat,
With every breath I take,
I love him.
Not the way I did before—naive and selfish—
But deeper now.
With scars that whisper lessons.
With eyes that see clearer.
With a heart that still beats his name in every quiet hour.
He was my first.
And he’ll always be…
My forever.
And if fate is listening,
If love still lingers in the stars written for us—
I pray…
That one day,
When the world is softer,
When the past stops hurting,
When his heart dares to believe again…
He’ll return.
And I’ll be right here—
With open arms,
And a heart that never stopped loving him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY..❤️❤️❤️