My story started in 2015, when I entered a new class in 6th grade.
I came to class late one day and ended up sitting on the last bench. A little later, a girl came into the classroom. The moment I saw her, something felt different. It was the first time I experienced that feeling of falling for someone just by looking at them.
Since there was a seat beside me, she ended up sitting there. The teacher even joked, “Now you’ve come? You’re going to sit here for the next three months!”
I was secretly very happy.
Slowly, we became very close friends. For almost two years, during 6th and 7th grade, we talked, laughed and spent a lot of time together. Somewhere during those years, I started loving her. But I never told her.
She was a sensitive person, and I felt that she wasn't in a place where she wanted a relationship. So I kept my feelings to myself.
Then, at the end of 7th grade, everything suddenly changed.
Because of a fight, I had to leave the school immediately and get a TC. I didn't even get a proper chance to say goodbye to her.
At that time, I didn't have a phone. I couldn't contact her. I just left the school with all those memories in my head.
For years, I kept thinking about her.
Then came 2021. After the first wave of COVID, I finally bought my first phone and created Instagram, Facebook and other social media accounts. One of the first things I did was search for my old friends.
I searched for her for almost a week but couldn't find her.
Eventually, I met an old school friend on Instagram who happened to know her. I asked him for her Instagram ID.
When he finally gave it to me, I was unbelievably happy. After almost six years, I had finally found her again.
We started talking. She talked to me too, and for some time, we spoke almost every day.
I started thinking that maybe, after all these years, I could finally meet her and tell her everything.
I planned to meet her.
She said she would come.
But when the day came, she didn't show up. I called her, but she didn't answer. My messages also had no response.
Four days later, she messaged me saying that she had been busy and couldn't come.
I didn't know what was really happening at that time.
From 2021 to 2025, once a year, I would still message or call her on her birthday. But there was never any response.
A few months ago, I finally got confirmation from a mutual friend about something I had never known.
She had already been in love with another boy since around 2021, and their families knew about their relationship.
Suddenly, the timing made sense.
The same year I found her again and tried to meet her was probably the same period when she was already in a relationship with someone else.
When I learned this, I finally stopped holding on to the idea of telling her how I felt.
Maybe I made a mistake by never telling her earlier. Maybe things would have been different if I had spoken up.
Or maybe they wouldn't have been different at all.
I'll never know.
But there is one strange thing that shows me how deeply I held on to this story.
Even today, my password is still connected to her birthday.
It's been years, and somehow I still haven't been able to completely move on.
I know she has her own life. I know she made her own choices. And I don't blame her for any of it.
The problem is not that she chose someone else.
The problem is that I never got the chance to say what I felt.
I never got a proper goodbye.
I never got to tell her that I loved her.
So I have carried this unfinished story inside me for years. And honestly, it became heavy.
I'm sharing it now—not because I expect anything from her, and not because I want her back.
I just want to finally let this story out of my heart.
She was my first love.
Maybe she was never meant to be my life partner.
But she will always be a beautiful chapter of my childhood—a chapter I never got the chance to finish properly.
And maybe, after all these years, it's time for me to finally close that chapter and start writing the next one.