Hirvan had been fifteen, just a boy really, when he first felt the rush of infatuation so strong it devoured his sanity. The object of his affection was five years older, a figure who seemed to have the wisdom of the world in his eyes. Someone who exuded a quiet confidence that Hirvan found irresistible. This was the first person, apart from Rosaline, whom Hirvan felt he could truly rely on.
The older man had a way about him, calm, composed, and with a quiet strength that Hirvan admired. It was as if he had all the answers, and Hirvan, in his youthful innocence, was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Hirvan's simple admiration turned into something much deeper and more intense, a yearning that he couldn't quite understand but felt in every part of his being.
This part of Hirvan’s past might seem far-fetched to some, but I want to share that it’s rooted in my own experience with my first love.
It took me ten years to muster the courage to confess, but the man I thought I knew ended up showing me that my feelings were invalid in his eyes. The actions he took afterwards shattered the image I had of him, leaving me to realise that the person I admired was not who I thought he was.
What about your first love or crush? I hope it wasn't anything like mine!