First Love First Touch First Kiss

It was an unforgettable story of my life

In that evening, I was walking near a river — tranquil and joyful place.

I felt depressed. I couldn’t decide what to do.

I could read a book. But It’s already dark there. I was enjoying my surroundings, enjoying walking alone. The river reminded me one thing “Time and tide wait for none.”

Suddenly I saw a girl on the other side of the river. Even it was dark, but it seemed to me that she was lovely.

I am not good at talking with girls. My classmates always make fun of me because of this. But I wanted to talk with this girl. Beauty transforms a fool into a competent person.

Suddenly someone called me from the back.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

I was shocked, surprised and afraid. And I became super shy hearing the girl’s voice.

Are you looking at that girl? She asked me again.

-Yes. No.

-What are Yes and No?

I was not that brave and smart to switch the conversation. So I needed to tell the truth.

“Yes”

Do you know who she is? The beautiful girl asked me again.

I began to stammer “No, no, no, I don’t know.”

She and I are the same. Now you can tell me, what are you thinking?

I was terrified after hearing that. Beauty is dangerous sometimes. Even I am a shy boy, but my friend told me that be a man in front of girls. So I was trying to be a boy at least.

I asked bravely “are you a ghost?”

-Do you want to know who I am? I am the queen of this river. The river is my mother. I protect my mother. I am not a ghost, but I am a queen.

“Are you afraid of me?” The beauty asked me.

I said, “yes, a little.”

-Do you want to love me?

-Yes, that I thought.

-Are you afraid to touch me then?

-No, I am not afraid. But I am so scared.

I was so excited to touch her. But I was shy. I told her that I never touched a girl.

“But you can touch me. I permit you to touch me.” The girl gave me her hand to hold.

“Ok. But if I touch you, then what will happen?” I asked this silly question.

“Then you will be my husband. You will touch the queen, and you will be the king. Can you see the frogs in the river?”

“Yes.”

“If a frog can touch me, then the frog can be the king also. But I like you to be my king.”

I was shy to touch her. Suddenly I noticed that it’s not a dark place anymore. I can see her. Her charming eyes, her beautiful 104–108 degrees nose, short black hair and her fairy dress.

I forgot my fear and shyness to see the beauty of the river queen.

I touched her. She kissed me. She seemed very soft. Her face, nose, body, hand, everything seemed very very soft.

After a moment, I realized that the river queen was my pillow. And it’s a fine morning.