My First Love, My First Love?

The year was 2010, the setting was a high school gymnasium, and the scene was a junior high homecoming dance. The students of Dawson Boyd School had just finished dancing enthusiastically (if somewhat awkwardly) to Soulja Boy when the DJ announced that the next song would be a slow dance–the first of the night. The tension in the room could be cut with a plastic butter knife. To make matters worse, the DJ thought it would be a great idea to have the girls ask the boys to slow dance. At this point, my twelve year old self was shaking in her Ugg boots and sweating through her plaid button down from Hollister. Seventh grade was an awkward year for me; I was taller than most of the boys and not quite yet comfortable in my skin. I was sure that I was about to be rejected, but my mama didn’t raise a quitter, so I confidently strode over to the tallest boy in my grade and asked him to dance. Luckily for me, not only did he say yes, but he also asked me to dance during every slow song thereafter. It was just about the most romantic thing that could happen to a seventh grader and it didn’t go unnoticed by our classmates. After being pressured to date throughout the whole night, he finally asked me out during the last song. After that, our love blossomed. He would hold my hand in the hallways, write me notes in class, and give me compliments, just like in the movies. At the time, I took this to mean that we were in love, though it’s easy to see in hindsight that what we shared was

I’m sure you remember who your first boyfriend (or girlfriend) was. Probably small details too, like how long you liked them before you started dating, where you first met, or any number of what now may seem like unimportant details; although they were the most important things when you were in that place and time. Well, as I write this, I’m in the middle of my first relationship, and I remember all of those details, and cherish them.

Our relationship began like very few relationships do, on Facebook. In June of 2009, after I had been accepted into a Fall 2009 freshman class, a boy said hello in a message and a 4-page paper could not even touch the surface of our relationship in those past 2 years, but I will do my best to explain as much as possible. Over the next few months, the

I really liked the way he was, because he was a guy who worked , he wasn't a gang member, he very respectful, very nice and sweet, and we had almost everything in common, it was like the perfect match and I though that was great. In November of 1993, we really got to know each other better. He is on vacation from work at the time and and we would see each other everyday, and also talk to each other everyday. We would go to the zoo, the park, to eat, driving around, we would also go to the lake. We always got along really well since the beginning. Out of all the places we would go to, my favorite one was the zoo, I would always asked him to take me and he would always take me, even during the winter time he would do it. Zeke has been the perfect boyfriend, which now is my fiance because we got engaged December 10, 1994, we've had our ups and downs, but that's normal because nobody has a perfect relationship, even though our relationship is as close as it can be. Zeke has a great sense of humor and so do I, that why it makes it so easy when we are together, Zeke is also a very understanding person, and he always gives me advice when I need it, we communicate a lot and we believe that is very important in a

On one of our band trips to San Diego, Naks introduced me to his parents. His mom was the sweetest women, his dad always looked mad but whenever he looked at me he smiled, his smile was just like Naks. Days we spent on the trip, we were mostly together eating or sight seeing. The 2nd day we were in San Diego was my birthday, and that day we went to a small plaza. Most of the band group went to a museum of air and space, including Naks went in the museum but not me. Instead, I went to the Zoo with the other half of the band. After going to the Zoo, we regrouped. There I found Naks and he surprised me with a keychain from air and space because he knew I collected any type of keychains.

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

I did not initially want to share these details because they are very personal but I feel like it is vital for you to understand the depth of my situation. During the summer term I began a relationship

Sailing was smooth for the following few years and to everyone’s surprise, I did well in high school. I made it into university for Bachelor of Arts, and this was where I came across him again. He was my first friend at undergrad year. The moment I saw him we clicked, as though we were long time friends that just took a holiday away from each other. Hours of my time was invested into him. He was the first and only person I ever opened up myself to and told about my secrets. We would always hang out amidst other friends and he would always come to my house but I never went to his. He accepted me for who I was and that was why I was so drawn to him

I was hurt many times before, but the way he looked at me was a connection. My exes said it will always be “You and Me” forever, but it never lasted. Justin got a job in the Peace Corps and I was so happy for him, because he always wanted to help another country out, but I would miss him dearly. He didn’t want to leave me, but I couldn’t fathom how guilty I would feel if he didn’t go. For 2 years, I wasn’t going to see him, the day he went to the airport was the day I realized I loved him, and the words came tumbling out of my brain “I love you” I said. It felt natural, because it was, he shook me into remembering who I was, and it was easy to see that Justin was the guy for me. Years ago, I was proudly single and professional with zero desire to get married. Or so I

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

He’s admired me since we were in Level Three. Plus, since he’s two years older than everyone else so he’d always been bigger and more intimidating and poor me became his the victim of his affection. He was really sweet for the first few weeks. I was probably only twelve and while I am tall for my age, I weighed little to nothing, and he always stood taller. He’d help me reach for books in the library, he’d offer to carry my things, and then things slowly got worse. He’d grab ahold of my hand or wrist and pull me along, no matter how hard I fought. He’d stalk me as I’d walk home, and on the last day of school everyone was invited to the big bonfire that was being held. Of course I went. I might not have been a social butterfly, but bonfires were rare, and I was obsessed with the

We met on the first day of seventh grade, so as twelve-year olds, we did not experience revelation of love that many people seem to relate to the meeting of soulmates. We did become close friends, however, and by the end of seventh grade he professed his affection for me. Our relationship officially

At sixteen, I packed up to move back to my hometown of Pascagoula, Mississippi. Deciding to finish out high school while living with my favorite aunt. I graduated with honors, I then decided to go off to Pearl River College. In high school, I had a serious boyfriend, we did everything together from fishing at the docks, to attending all the hottest parties. He was my best friend and going off to college where we couldn’t be together felt like a big dent in my heart. Being so in love while in college was more than a challenge. We went from seeing each other every day to seeing each other every weekend or every other weekend. School was the last thing on my mind. Depressed, lonely, all my time was spent in my dorm room. By the end of that semester without trying to succeed in school, I flunked out and quit.

As the months go by, my English teacher decided to talk about relationships in high school. He ranted on saying, “As much as we ‘love’ each other”. It not real, at the moment. Never really understood what he meant, because my mindset was not there yet. As months went by with my boyfriend, things were great. I felt mature because he was older than me by one year. He made me focus on objects or social events more than about my grades.I would skip my classes, always be on my phone , or always be with him. Later on, we were at 6 months together, and that’s when everything went crashing down. It became really toxic for me. We broke things off, and it crushed me. Like my heart sank into my stomach. As I began crying in the bathroom, I wanted to tell someone, like my mom or dad. Except I never wanted to tell my parents anything , especially about boys. So I held it in for awhile. Then later

My boyfriend and I have had a year and a half filled with ups, downs, certainty, and mixed feelings. We met