恋

First love always smells like school hallways and summer vacations. It seems like a typical story: moving, a new classmate, a timid confession, and suddenly the whole world becomes brighter. But teenage joy is short-lived - meetings become less frequent, phone calls become quieter, and where there was laughter yesterday, there is now an awkward pause.

And now the words “let's break up” sound too easy, and then carry their weight for decades. Because the memory remains of that girl with a radiant smile who cried on the last day. She has long since moved on, she has a family, a new stage, a new life. But inside, she still cherishes that summer with a faint taste of regret and the understanding that first love never goes away, even if it seems to have ended long ago.