#somethingfine

I would have been barely ten or eleven when we met. Her name was Ally and she had big brown eyes, thick black hair and a reputation for being moody. It was the classic beginning to any love story: wariness, even dislike on my part, indifference on hers.

Except that my first love was not a person, but a pony.

by Celina Macdonald http://www.ideastap.com/People/04693bf4-63dd-4ca6-a88e-9e330139bdc3 @CelinaMacdonald

It’s been near a year now,

trying not to turn you into poetry

and have your image fade from my mind

at the expense of a cheap verse.

That night I was too busy trying

to choose which version of myself to be

to best impress you.

Then you were gone

leaving yourself emblazoned

in my memory

my imagination

daydreams where I see all the secrets

we shared that night

with our eyes.

Yet I know

the time we spent

less significant from your eyes

may live only in my memory

by Nicole Warne http://www.garypeppervintage.com/ @garypeppergirl

My First Love Was

I was finding what was my first love - it is not only actual love that means love between people.

My first love was traced to my childhood... around 3 years old.

I used to watch a children TV programme for children was broadcasted in almost every evening.

The name is Niko Niko Pun/Poon which was a part of TV show of Okaasan To Issho ('we are always with our mothers' or 'with my/our mother(s)' in English. It quite sounds a Japanese style sentence).

There was three puppets Jajamaru, Pikkoro and Porori. I was really really attracted by them and also I fell in love with their characters (I was feeling passion when I was watching it at all the time!)

I think it is my first love, I still cannot leave from them.