They say first love never truly fades - it simply settles into the quiet corners of our hearts, waiting for a reason to stir again. I never quite believed that until it happened to me.

I was a teenage girl in Secondary School when I first saw him. There was no warning, no buildup - just one moment that changed something within me. He wasn't just another face; he was the face that made my heart beat faster and my words disappear. Each time I saw him, I would become confused and flustered, not quite understanding what I was feeling. Was it love? Infatuation? Or just a young girl's dream? I couldn't tell. What I knew was that he stirred something deep inside me, even though we never spoke - not even once.

Before I could muster the courage to talk to him, life took a sharp turn. My father was transferred to another region, and I had to go with him. Just like that, the chapter closed. I moved on - at least, I thought I had.

Years passed. I got married and built a life with my husband. Together, we raised six beautiful children. My days became filled with school runs, work, family gatherings, and the rhythm of a steady life. That old memory faded, softened by time and covered with the dust of years.

Then, one ordinary day, everything changed. My phone rang. It was him.

I froze. I could barely believe it. His voice - still familiar, still stirring something I thought was long gone - sent a wave of emotions crashing over me. In an instant, I was back to being that teenage girl again, confused, excited, and overwhelmed. All those feelings I had buried came flooding back. I didn't know what to think or feel. I was shaken.

I haven't figured it all out yet. I don't plan to disrupt the life I've built, but I can't deny what I've experienced. It's as if the universe allowed a brief reunion with a version of myself I had forgotten - the girl who once believed in unspoken love and silent dreams.

And so, I carry this moment with quiet grace - not as a regret, but as a reminder. Love, in its purest form, does not always seek a destination. Sometimes, it simply needs to be remembered.

He was my first love - silent, distant, yet unforgettable. Now, he is a tender echo in my present, a reminder that the heart remembers what the mind forgets. Not to disrupt, not to reclaim, but to remind me that I once loved purely, fearlessly, and without condition.

When love echoes through time, it doesn't ask for answers. It just asks to be felt.