Essays

                                                                    "First Meet"

How those imaginary butterflies take place in your stomach, when you feel yourself meeting someone you longed to meet. Finally, those dreams we had together, are becoming true. I am still excited for our first meet.

To begin with, I wonder how I will feel when we meet for the first time. Will I be nervous to talk? Will I be friendly or shy? There are so many thoughts swirling in my head, like a big storm. One thing that truly matters to me is making you see the best version of me.

I still remember the night we had that late night conversation, discussing where we would go, what we would do, what we might buy to eat, and how much we would talk. Even in those moments when we couldn’t face each other, we expressed how grateful and lucky we felt to have a friend like the other. We never tire of telling each other how much we mean to one another.

I love every moment of our secret conversations.