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.
“Hey! Listen!” Navi yelled directly in my ear.
“What is it now?!?! Can’t I sleep a little longer you dumb fairy?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I set up from my hard bed. ‘Wait, why is my bed hard? My bed is usually quite soft.’
“You are not in the castle anymore Princess Zelda. Gannon altered what was your world. You and Link have traded places. You are now to save Link. You are now the hero of Hyrule,” Navi said as he fluttered above my head.
“Do what? How am I to save the hero? How am I the hero? Ugh! I don’t want to be in this altered reality. I want my nice comfortable bed back!” I protested.
“You can have all that back once you defeat Gannon. You must go to the Deku Tree and start your journey and change things to how they should be. Pouting and kicking your feet are going to get you no where. Link never complained when he had to go and save you all the time. Look at it as you are returning the favor for all the times he has saved you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess it’s time I saved him this once. I mean how hard could it be after all.”
“You’ll be regretting you said that miss. Link works hard each time he has to save you. He battles spiders, skeletons, ghosts, lizards that breathe fire, and so many other weird things to save you each and every time. He doesn’t complain. He does it because that is who he is. He is the hero. It’s his job. Now it is yours. Now hop to it.”
“Fine!” I stood up and stormed out the front door of the tree. Falling quickly to the ground, not realizing that Link’s home was in the top of the tree.
“We’re coming Link. It just may take a while.” Navi sighed as he fluttered to my side and we began the journey to the Deku tree.
I was born on July 31, 1990. I was an emergency c-section because I tried to strangle myself with the umbilical cord. I came out yellow and with a black mohawk.
I grew up in a small town called Mount Pleasant. It is one of those towns where everyone knows everybody and you were typically in one of three places. All our small town had was a What-a-Burger, Circle K, and Food Lion. But it was home.
I attended the same school from Kindergarten to my Senior year. And lived in the same house until my Sophomore year when we moved, luckily I was still able to attend the same school though.
Growing up I was a tomboy. I spent most of my time outdoors playing with the neighborhood kids. Some days I’d come home with battle scars because me and one of the neighborhood boys got into a fight. Other days my mom would watch me chase one of the boys to his grandma’s house because he stole one of my Pokemon cards. Both of these situations happened on a weekly basis.
I lost my sister when I was eight years old, and got picked on in school because of it. It was a really hard time for me and then going to school really didn’t help. The kids were cruel, especially when the girl that started it all used to be a friend.
My Senior year I was hospitalized for a few weeks for bleeding for two months straight. Come to find out I have Von Willebrand’s disease. Then in 2009 I was told I have Tourettes.
I’m 24 years old now. Still have the bleeding disorder and Tourettes. I published my first novel, and have written several short stories that have been published. I’m getting married to my best friend in June, and life couldn’t be better.
That’s only part of my story though. There is a lot more to me that I’m not willing to dive into, and plus this was to be a short autobiography. Maybe one day I’ll write in detail about my life, then again maybe not.