telling a story- kevin ortega

I met my first love when I was 17 in the pre politecnico of Graphic Design. I remember that I was sitting in the last chair of the line. That day she arrived very late to class and the only free chair was in front of me. When I saw her walking towards me I felt so sacred, she was so beautiful, pretty, and her smile so pure, she saw me and I quickly looked away, I was really nervous.

The next day I sat at the last chair and left one free chair for her and for that days she sat in that chair. That was amazing, one day she drew a happy faces in my book. That was so cute.

The days passed and I began to feel something for that girl, suddenly I could only think in that girl, for me she was amazing.

Then the pre finished and I thought “probably I will never go to see that girl anymore” I was so sad and the worst was that I never asked her name.

The days passed the classes began and I saw her entering in my class

I felt so happy in that moment we began to be friends.

 kevin ortega