First Love Never Dies

“I found him.”

In the dark I could see her eyes gleaming. After all these years of wondering whatever happened to her first love, first true love, she found the man whom she used to love deeply.

I couldn’t tell if she was smiling though. But I was, for I was happy for her. I remember vividly about her telling me of their love stories when she came and paid me a visit to Penang. She told me the story with all her heart that it touched mine, too.

She was 16, young and innocent. Yes, very, as compared to her darling daughter whom at the age of 16 turned her room into a dance floor, she is very innocent. Oh and well like her, the daughter is very beautiful too.

Now cut that out.

So she was this beautiful 16 years old lass who left home and came all the way to Penang is search of life. Never mind that.

And for she was (and still is) so beautiful and has a charming smile, came a nice young lad in her life. He was older, maybe 23.

He was a boy, and she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious?

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Like what we see in fairy tales they fell in love. Duhh.

He would come to her place at night, buy her burger for supper, calling for her name, waiting for the love of his life to come out. It was a pity there was no balcony. It would have been so Romeo-and-Juliet. Or, he would’ve climb up, slipped, and died. Haha.

The girl, heart racing wildly to see her sweetheart, even through the window, would think of all the tricks in the world to get out, to see him. Never mind the burger.

At this point I must explain that she was living with an aunt so fierce, in a flat so high, that as I wrote this it reminds me of Rapunzel, only without the hair.

“I can still remember his face. His body, all thin and tall, slouching a little, waiting for me, one hand holding a plastic bag with two burgers. Modal nak dating.  I would then make up excuses to go out; like something fell out of the window and that I had to go get it. I guess my aunt never fell for that, but she understood. Then we would eat together....And talked....*sigh*”

That must be the fondest memory. It meant so little to anyone else but so much to her, after almost 30 years.

She told me of her first date too. Apparently they were set up by friends. He was working in Komtar and she was to meet her blind date there. She would kill me if I do that though. She brought along a girl friend and together they waited for the blind date to appear when he was, all along, been standing, leaning against the wall just almost in front of them, at the place where now there’s this Municipal Office or something and people selling clothes, scarves, brooches, that place.

And first love never dies. The beautiful lass was my mother. The young lad wasn’t my father. Had she married him I wouldn’t be Mimi Schuhada Mimieux, writing about their love story.

He married some other girl. Someone older.

They would’ve made one fine couple, but his family (read: mother) rejected her because she was from Perak and he’s a Penangite and what not, which was pretty lame.

love and geography dont mix well sometimes. lelove.

It was also pretty heartbreaking because they loved each other. She fled to Kuala Lumpur after a while, with a broken heart.

lelove

Come on people my mother is stronger than that, because that’s where I got it from. *flip hair*

After almost 30 years, in 2010 she made me to google him up, look for him in Facebook, all to no avail. But recently she found him. Well she didn’t actually, but a cousin who used to hang out with them when the two were dating bumped into him in a wedding.


I guess it makes her feel good that he is still alive. 

I imagine there’d be fireworks in her heart. She is a good wife, a good, loyal wife to a husband. But he was her first 
love, her first true love, and first love never dies.

it wont be this easy. lelove

P.s. I guess I haven’t find my first true love yet.