A Love Lost Forever

Everybody has a first love. Most of them happen during your highschool years, or sooner, but not usually. When that first love is over, it hurts, a lot. Your heart is crushed because you are young and you have never felt that way for anyone before. Memories are flooding into your head from all the time that you have spent with this person. I remember what that was like. Wanting to wake up and immediately go knock on their door to see if they are home, wanting to spend every minute with them until it's time to go back to sleep. Getting so mad at your parents because they think you are too young to date, or they don't like the person you are currently with. It's a very confusing time, and you go through a lot, but you learn so much from it.

I had my first love. I was only 12, and that is a very young age to experience this. But I thought I new everything, and I wanted what I wanted. At the time I lived in an apartment complex, and the pool was just on the other side of my building. So me and my four sisters went swimming everyday, from the time we woke up till it got dark outside and our parents made us come in for the night. One day while we are all out at the pool having a good time, my arms kind of start giving out on me while I'm in the deep end. I wasn't in danger, but this guy just reached his arm out to me and helped me out. To my surprise he was really cute! So I stayed at the pool for a while and flirted with him. We ended up stayiing together that whole summer and then some, all the way into the next summer I believe.

We did what most teenage couples do. We used to talk about what we would name our kids and how we would like our house to be decorated when we got older. He was also the first person I ever frenched kissed! Ha ha. One morning I woke up expecting to spend my day with him once again. But I was shocked to find out that the night before his family was having some problems and he was moving that very day! I was so sad, I just kept crying telling him, "you can't move." Well, his mom wasn't my greatest fan, and she told him that he couldn't see me anymore. He even had to sneak outside to say goodbye to me. I ended up sitting on my friends front porch and watching him move his belongings into a truck all day. At some point I had to go to my house for something, and by the time I got back, I had made it back just in time to watch that truck pull out of the parking lot and leave. That was the last I saw or even heard from him.

Now i'm grown, and have a child, but amazingly I still think about that first love I ever had. And to my surprise, I still get sad about it.