My Very First Love Story – How I Met My First Boyfriend 💕

Hey everyone!
I hope you're doing well and that your families are too.

Today, I want to share something a little special… the story of how I met my first boyfriend 💕

Why am I telling this story?
Well, I’ve always dreamed of creating content — vlogs, storytimes, daily life videos...
But since I don’t have a good phone right now to film, I decided to start writing articles here on Hive to share my life, experiences, and stories ✍️

This is one of the first times I open up like this, and I hope you enjoy it. So let’s go back in time — to when I was 14, and everything changed…

How it started:

I was 14 when my parents separated.
Soon after, my mom and I moved to a new place to start over.

We arrived in Cotonou, in a quiet neighborhood — not too crowded, which I liked 😌
People were warm and welcoming, and little by little, I started to enjoy this new life.

Two months later, with only two weeks left before the new school year started, I had to find a school.
The issue? Only three schools were close enough to our area.

So one Monday morning, I decided to check them out.
While walking, I passed by a group of guys. I felt a bit awkward and embarrassed, but I had no choice.

I took a deep breath and kept walking.
As I passed by them, everything went quiet.
I could feel all their eyes on me. I felt uncomfortable — and even annoyed — because:

I hate being stared at, especially by guys 😅

The unexpected meeting:

I didn’t stop. I kept going.
But then… one of them caught up with me.

He was mixed race, tall, handsome — honestly, no complaints 😅

He asked me my name and where I was going.
It was actually the first time a guy ever approached me, so I felt shy.

I explained I was looking for a school to register for the new year.
He offered to walk me to his school, since he’d been studying there for years.

I accepted.
As we walked together, we talked a lot and got to know each other.
Everything went well — I ended up enrolling at his school.

On the way back, he walked me home.
And that was our very first connection.

📚 Back to school & seeing him again:

One week later, school started.
I got ready and went in early.

Being the new girl wasn’t easy.
I was the only newcomer in my class — everyone else already knew each other.

The bell rang and our first class began.
Then suddenly… someone knocked on the door.

It was him.
Yann.

He came to borrow a board eraser.
And just before leaving, our eyes met. We exchanged a little smile.
Short… but meaningful.

At recess, we saw each other again.
We ate together.
He was in 10th grade. I was in 9th.
And little by little, we got closer.

💕 The confession:

Two months went by like that.
Then one evening, he came to talk to me seriously.

He looked into my eyes — a little nervous — and finally told me how he felt.
He asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I said yes.
And that’s how our little story began 💖
And that’s how it all began…

It may sound simple, but to me, it was a big deal — my very first love story 💗

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this far.
It really means a lot to me 💕

Would you like to know how the story ended? 😅
Let me know in the comments if you'd like a Part 2!

See you very soon for more stories 🌸