"Hey, Papa," a little girl with pigtails tugged the hem of a man's shirt. "Who was your first love?"

The man bent down and patted his daughter's head, making her giggle.

"It was Mama, right?" She asked, eyes wide in excitement as she awaited for her father to answer.

He smiled. "Well, sweetheart. It was someone."

"Someone?"

He nodded. "Someone."

The young child pouted. "What about the name? Her name was Someone?"

Her father chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist as he hoisted her up into the air.

"It's a mystery," He told her. "The mystery of someone."

Then, he put her back down to the ground, leaving her as confused as ever.

"But that doesn't make sense!" She exclaimed, her tiny mind trying to figure out what her father had said. "Who's someone?"

He patted her head. "Someone." Was his only answer and she gave up.

She ran to her mother and began to ask about what her father had said.

The statement was true. The man's first love was someone.

He remembered the feeling of his heart blowing up and his face turning different shades of red. He remembered when his hands got sweaty when he was nervous. He remembered when she would laugh at him whenever he tripped on himself when he wasn't paying attention to where he was going.

He was young at that time. He didn't know what love was. He didn't know the bubbly feeling inside was a sign of affection, a sign of respect and trust. A sign of love.

It was an old memory but a precious one. That memory of someone.

He knew her so well yet not at all. They were so close but they couldn't be further away from each other. He loved her, yet he never knew.

She was someone.

Someone was his first crush, his first love.

Someone was a person he barely knew when he thought he did.

Someone was a person he remembered as a mystery.

The mystery of someone.

He remembered her but he didn't.

He forgot her name, her face, her voice. But, he remembered. She was someone.

That someone was a mystery he never solved.

That someone was a memory he would never understand, yet never forget.

It was strange that one wouldn't remember their first love. It was the first time they saw a person in a way that was more than just admiration and respect. More than trust and security.

It was strange but he didn't mind.

Someone. Someone was just someone.

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The man's daughter never knew what her father meant when he told her that. She was only seven, she didn't really understand much about love and the sort.

Soon, she found herself with her own family. She had a son and a daughter and a wonderful husband. It was then that she finally understood.

She was in love with her husband, so much that they had settled down and started a family of their own.

One day, she pondered her first love, the first person she had opened up her heart to. It was so simple yet she couldn't remember.

He was someone.

She knew he was a person that made her laugh and smile. A person who made her heart do a backflip a million times a day. A person that made her stutter and get nervous.

But, he was just someone.

She didn't remember his face, nor his name or voice.

He was someone.

She knew why.

She had fallen in love with someone else. Someone better.

That person decided to propose to her. That person decided to dedicate their life to her.

Her first crush was just someone.

It wasn't anyone special.

Someone.

A person in her past.

Someone.

A person she no longer needed to remember.

Someone.

After all, someone is someone.

Someone is only a person. Someone is a person that your mind as deemed as not as important as someone else.

A person only becomes someone when you don't need them anymore. When you stop thinking about them. When you find another person who isn't just someone.

They're the one.

(Dedicated to CogonDragoon6 , animelover594 , and Evenanime )