I remember the first moment I saw Him. I was in my parents car, looking for parking before heading to the registration desk. We drove past other students who were on their way to the Administration Block. He was standing with his mother, a file in His hand. He wore a white shirt, black pants and a thin black tie which His mother was adjusting. He looked irritated at her mothering. Later, I learnt that this was a default emotion for Him.
My first love.