Thursday, March 31, 2011

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox- - Woody Allen

Day 3: Your first love.

Ugh...I honestly don't really know when I started to realize I could understand the meaning or the feeling of love. I mean of course when you are in 6th grade and you have a boyfriend, that is all you can think about. You honestly believe that you are old enough to feel love for someone in that regard. With that in mind, I would say that my 6th grade boyfriend was my first love, LeShawn. Looking back I have these grandiose memories of him being ever so "hot". I am pretty sure we "dated" for around 4 months, and believe me back then I thought we were going to make it. Then one night my friend, Felicity, and I were at my house having a sleep-over. I received a phone call from LeShawn's brother, Rodney. Rodney said that LeShawn wanted to break up with me but didn't want to talk to me about it. I was devastated. With my heart broken I handed the phone over to Felicity to finish the conversation. After a few minutes she looked at me with a strange face and said, "Rodney wants to go out with you." I was all flustered, what was I to do?

I was sitting confused, and Felicity decided to take things into her own hands. She told Rodney I would "go out" with him. When she hung up I inquired as to why she would tell him such things, her reply was simple, "You were going to say yes, you know that." That was done, I sat there bewildered about how my true love could have broken my heart so.

Not 15 minutes later the phone rang again, it was LeShawn. He was calling to ask why I told him brother to break up with him and that I wanted to date him instead. I cried, I was so upset. I thought my life was over. Rodney and I "dated" until I moved to the Valley of Spokane. (Around 3 months) Only to never see any of them again. However when I am in town and find myself driving on the freeway past their neighborhood, I always catch myself looking around to see if I spot one of them.

As for my first real true is a long, upsetting, heartbreaking story. But today I find myself in a real relationship. I am married to my best friend, a person who knows me inside and out. Who is honestly perfect for me in every way.

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