First Love

by KCY

I sat in a seat next to the train’s dirty window.

He stood outside, his eyes locked on mine.

We met in our dorm after he stopped by my friend’s room to ask her to help him cut his hair.

She was busy, so I did it instead.

We were inseparable from that moment on.

But now I was going back home after six months of studying abroad in Australia.

He was staying at the university. He held his hand against my window.

I placed my hand against his, the only thing separating it a piece of glass.

But now we would be separated by large bodies of water.

My first love.