First times
There's something special about the first time. Maybe, that's why the world is a fan of firsts.
The first time when you start walking, you get up, stumble, and then, finally start walking. That's what your parents wait for. Even your first word, which doesn't really make sense, it means the world to them.
You meet a stranger, unaware of what relation you'd share with them in the future. You ask their names and exchange numbers, but look, whatever happens next, whether you stay in good terms or not, this doesn't happen again. You don't ask names again, you don't get the same vibe from them. It changes drastically.
They always talk about your first crush, your first love, even your first kiss. Even if you stay together for years, those firsts are the things you cherish, you blush upon, when talking about it.
You don't remember the second time they held your hands, caressed your hair, or said those three magical words, or when they were near you, and you felt goosebumps just by inhaling their special fragrance. No, you don't.
You see, we are obsessed with first times. It does feel special, but with it in the corner, we often forget about the seconds, the thirds and even the lasts. But, we do admit, there's something special about it, which cannot match up to any of the instances except one; the last.
In the end, you don't really care about what happened first, anyway, it is your past. What you worry about is your present, when you last met a person, smiled, asked their names, exchanged numbers, and today they're your best friend.
You don't want to remember your first love, which
remained unrequited, but you do blush when that special person crosses your path, whom you get to call your soulmate. You're cherishing the way they goofily smiled and said, "you're the craziest person I've ever known."
Special is in the moment.
The next moment, it might change.
Why not live in it?
Cheers❤️
