After several years of happy marriage, it’s hard to recall loving anyone as much as I love my husband. But, if I think back, I can remember my first kiss, as well as my first love. Surprisingly, they weren’t the same person.
My first kiss was when I was 15. I was a late bloomer, what can I say. I had been entertaining a crush on a guy a year older than me, for quite some time, but he had a girlfriend. We were in band together (yes, I was a band geek), and would often walk home together from summer band practice. We were friends anyways, so it wasn’t illicit in any way. However, towards the middle of the summer, as we were walking home, he told me that he had broken up with his girlfriend, because he liked someone else. I commiserated with him, telling him that I was sorry about the break-up, but that I hope the girl he does have feelings for likes him back. He stopped me and told me that I was the girl, and that he liked me. Then he leaned in an kissed me. I was in heaven! Yeah…heaven was quite short-lived. I found out a few days later that they in fact weren’t broken up, still dating, and he had no intention of breaking up with her. Then, I find out that he told her about the kiss, and when she blew her lid (rightly so) he said that I kissed him! Talk about a jerk! So…after that, she hated me, I lost some friends (that obviously weren’t friends in the first place), and I learned a very valuable lesson when it comes to guys. Make sure you don’t jump into anything with a person, and always make sure you get the full story!
My first love was shortly thereafter. My good friend was also in band in with…in fact, we were both in the drumline. We had been friends for a few years, and gradually gotten closer. It was one of those situations where he had a crush on me, but I didn’t him. Then I had a crush on him, and he was dating another girl. It took awhile for us to get our timing aligned. We started spending more time with each other, then gradually started kissing and cuddling. A slow progression. He wasn’t keen on dating anyone seriously at the time, but that changed after a few months. We started dating my Sophomore year of high school, and stayed together all through high school. We were together during the death of his mother, his graduation, two years of college for him, and my high school graduation. He’s a good man, that I still keep in touch with. We eventually outgrew our relationship, and while it was hard at the time, I have no doubt it was the right thing for us. We’re still friends even now, many years later, and we try to meet up whenever he’s in town (he has since moved to Canada with his wife). I wish him the best, and will always treasure that first love with him, even though it isn’t the same as the love I share with J. I’m thankful that the experience left me with good memories and that I can look back on it with fondness.
What about you guys? Are you with your first love still? Fond memories of your relationship?