First Love

First love and first kiss rarely end with a happily ever after between the two people though it can happen. But that wasn’t the case for me. And now looking back I’m happy that isn’t the case, because I have an amazing husband that I wouldn’t trade for anybody else in the world. He supports me and understands me for me—which not many people do.

At first I thought about writing this story with my pet as first love but I will stick to the writing challenge and do actual first love and actual first kiss—no matter how much I’d like to avoid that subject altogether.

My first love was when I was a child, or teenager really. I refer to it being a child because I was way too young to know what love was or what I was remotely getting into. And in reality I should have kept my head in my books and protected my heart like I’d always done. But I wore my heart on my sleeve and watch as it shattered to pieces. My first kiss was in this relationship as well.

I thought my life was over—which looking back now that’s silly to think because I see what I have now. But being a teenager whenever your world crumbles to pieces you think it’s all over and that’s what I thought.

During this time I avoided my friends because I didn’t want to deal with the problem. I wanted to hide. I hide in my books at school and went home and just hide because I didn’t know what else to do. Then one day I got over it and put my big girl panties on and got over it. And I have an amazing family and great, stubborn friends to thank for that one.

What I learned from all of this is first love is hard to get over when it’s lost, but if it didn’t work out it didn’t work out. There’s no reason you need to dwell over spilt milk, dust yourself off and keep moving forward because Mr., or Mrs. Right is out there somewhere.

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