It just occurred to me that today is the 14-year anniversary of the day I started dating my first boyfriend! At least, I think he was my first boyfriend. At the very least, he was the first boyfriend who ever told me that he loved me and have the feeling requited.
And contrary to what you would probably expect, I won’t recount how it was that we fell in and out of “love”. I’m here only to remark on the sweet innocence that it is to be in love at the age of thirteen. I still remember how my heart raced when in his presence, melted when I heard him speak my name, and stopped whenever our eyes met. I remember the first time we held hands when we walked home together, our first embrace on Valentine’s Day, our first slow dance (to SWV’s Weak) at my best friend’s birthday party, and our first kiss on a Spring afternoon in the park nearby our school. Every word, every glance, and every touch was so meaningful. Relationships haven’t been quite as simple ever since.
I imagine one day I’ll experience such rapture again, and until then I’ll fantasize about it like a 13-year year old schoolgirl would.
NB: I’m not still interested in him.
Tags: Childhood Memories, Love, Real Life Event, Relationships
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