C2 My First Love

Her name was Samantha Heaps.

Samantha and I grew up together. Like many young couples, we eventually fell in love.

Looking back now, I realize that what we had was real, but it was never as deep as I believed it to be.

Samantha was beautiful, smart and came from a wealthy family. Sometimes I would compare our lives and feel uncomfortable, as if I didn’t deserve to be with her.

Her family gave her freedom to do almost anything she wanted. She attended parties, spent money without worrying about the cost and surrounded herself with friends who came from similar backgrounds.

For some reason, her friends never seemed to like me. I don’t know whether it was because of my family’s financial situation or because I rarely attended their gatherings. Whatever the reason, we never saw eye to eye.

Despite that, Samantha always treated me kindly. She knew my situation and never judged me for it.

I couldn’t afford expensive jewelry or luxurious gifts. The presents I gave her were simple and her friends often laughed at them behind my back.

Samantha never complained. At least, not in front of me.