IN HONOR OF MY SNOW DAY, YOU'RE GETTING THIS EARLAYYYYY.
Your First Love
Oh dear. Well, first, I'd like to start out saying:
*cough*
What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more.
Back to serious time.
I'm going to go ahead and start with the first time I thought I was in love, with my first boyfriend. I was 16, he called me beautiful, kissed me, and we dated for two weeks shy of one year. He had amazing blue eyes, was a swimmer and he thought he loved me too.
Then there's the first time I felt physical love- which oddly enough was not with the guy I lost my virginity to. It was again, that notorious AB. He's the first one that made love to me instead of fucking me. It was a hard thing to give up, waking up in the middle of the night with him fitting against me like a puzzle piece and just sliding together like it was meant to be. I thought that was love, after that. I thought that because we had that connection there could win over the fact that we didn't know eachother as well as I thought- in fact, we actually became way closer, better friends after we broke up that when we dated.
That real, full love? I don't think I've had it yet. That combination of being swept off my feet, getting my brains fucked out, and stability? I'll have to let you know.
Taloodles
Manda
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