Tres : my First Love

Day 3: Your first love.

I fell in love very early in life. At the time that it happened, I was too young to fully understand the situation and the severity of the love I felt. I did not know that it would take me on a long and wonderful journey. And sure it was stressful at times, but what doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger right?

This love I speak about was probably love in it’s purest form. An innocent mind discovering new wonders. And I can honestly say that I will never be able to feel that kind of love for anything or anyone else in my life.

I shall not mention names here. I cannot mention names here.

Because there isn’t actually a name that needs to be mentioned. My first love was music. What did you think I was talking about?

Left picture’s of me, aged 5, at my first solo piano/organ recital. Right picture is of me, aged 8, proudly standing in the middle because it was the day I got to play my first solo violin piece. It was Lenggang Kangkung (a Malaysian-ized version of an Indonesian song) I think.
I have loved music ever since the day my parents forced me to go for my first piano lesson when I was 2years and 11months old. I love playing music, listening to music, singing along to music and probably doing any other music related activity you could think of. Although my parent’s would insist on telling you that they suffered a whole lot to get me to the place I am at now. I did after all put up such huge fights because I hated having to go for classes and sitting for my Theory Examinations back then. But come on. Who likes taking exams?
And I chose to share this story because I found music way before I discovered boys. And I don’t really see a point in sharing my first-boyfriend-love story. It was ages ago, and I can’t even be sure if my first love was real love in the first place.
But if you want to ask me anything about my first boyfriend, feel free to go ahead and ask :p
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2 thoughts on “Tres : my First Love

  1. Vivek says:

    Hi,

    Yup love is a irresistible habit to be irresistibly desired.
    It can come from N means ..its just like a butterfly the more you chase it the more it eludes you ..but when we least expect it it comes back and make it presence felt.

    Your love for music was really nice to know ..from such a early age mine came into existence quite late ..but before that it was nature which took my heart away.

    Liked this post of your.

    If you have some spare time do visit back ..to make a connect. Friend's Kitchen

    Take care.
    CYA.

  2. m. says:

    my first love is a tie between the english language and music.

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