The first touch of first love
## Part-3: The first wings of love

Then began our daily phone conversations. Every day, I would save up my pocket money and buy a card, just to talk to her. One day, when the balance ran out, it felt like all the lights in the world had gone out.

After a few days, I bravely went to my aunt's house. The girl came forward again. This time I spoke with a little more courage. I found out that the girl was also my age — she was skipping classes.

Her smile, her words, her behavior — all of it made me feel like I was losing my mind to her. I kept telling myself — "This girl might be my first and only love."