My First Love — The Notebook I wasn’t looking for love. I…
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My First Love — The Notebook
I wasn’t looking for love.
I was looking for my math notebook.
But there he was, sitting on the stairs behind the school hall, my notebook open on his lap. Rain dripping off the roof, his pen moving like he owned the equations.
He looked up. “You write messy. But your doodles are nice.”
My face burned. “Give me that.”
He smiled, closed it, and slid it across the step. “Only if you let me buy you puff-puff after class.”
I should’ve said no.
I said yes.
And just like that, my first love started with stolen rain + shared snacks.
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