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  • My first Love! My first Love!
    Yes, I remember it well. I was 15 and he was 17, and we were in High School together. He was wild and I was quiet and shy. He was hyperactive and I was under-active. He played football and I sang in the School Choir. He was well liked and popular, and I was unknown. I liked him and I he liked me.
    In a very strange way, I noticed him, but I guess he also noticed me. I would sneak in a shy stare when he was not looking my way, and I guess he did the same. But one day when we both gained the courage to really look at each other- it was love at first sight. When I say love at first sight, that exactly what I mean. At the time I did not know that, one look could steal your heart, steal your sanity, steal your peace, steal your mind. I couldn't explain all these feelings, the sudden heart beat, the rush of emotion, the excitement, the tingling down below, the smile that did not seem to go away. I guess you might call that love.
    I did not know what this thing was, but it made me sick, I had fever, and couldn't sleep at night. So after about a month we traded phones numbers, and that was the beginning of a relationship that lasted until his death, 8 years later. When they say life is short, for us it really was. BUT...I learned all the lessons, I'll ever learn about first love.
    Now you ask me how could this be a love story?
    It's a love story because that was the first experience of being in love I had ever experienced, and have never experienced it since. We became the best friends, we shared everything, even fights. After we graduated from High School, we got married.
    Before we got married, and after we got married, we had the most beautiful relationship. We were both young and ready for all the world had to throw our way. We had a son, that we both loved dearly. I even remember the times when I would go to work he would get off before me, and that would give him time to go and shoot about 3 or 4 games pool. By the time I would make it home, I knew where to find them at the neighborhood pool hall, and the cutest thing to me was to find my baby asleep on the pool table. Sleeping like a baby till I got there. That was love. He would babysit until I got there and found a cozy place for my baby to sleep. The next thing I remember is he would tell me all the time we would grow old together, sit on the porch in 2 rocking chairs, holding hands and be caught up in the moment. That was love to me. I loved him dearly, and he loved me dearly. There was no one or nothing that would keep us apart, except God, and one day God called his name. He was killed at the age of 24. But I learned a life lesson in love. Love the one you're with because when he is gone you're left all alone, holding on to memories. The memories of a love that one was. That love took a lifetime for me to get over. I will always love him. That love I have never found again. That was love, in its purest form, in its true form, in its natural form and love that was meant to be. That is LOVE! First Love,True Love, Last love! It had to be first love before it could be true love, or last love or even love! My first love was and is truly my last love!
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