I'm not fully sure why I'm starting this series probably to help me rid myself of the regrets I have of the mistakes I've made or maybe I'm starting so I have something to look back on in the future to see the reasons behind my attitude towards love. Whatever the situation may be.. This is my love story. The love story of a hopeless romantic.
I met Mr. FirstLove in the 6th grade when I transferred elementary schools. I was the awkward tall girl and he was the chubby boy with glasses that didn't like the idea of a new girl at school, I heard him tell his friends "I wanted a new guy!" I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. We didn't speak for the rest of 6th grade, I thought he was a jerk and he thought I should've been a boy.
I met Mr. FirstLove in the 6th grade when I transferred elementary schools. I was the awkward tall girl and he was the chubby boy with glasses that didn't like the idea of a new girl at school, I heard him tell his friends "I wanted a new guy!" I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. We didn't speak for the rest of 6th grade, I thought he was a jerk and he thought I should've been a boy.
In 7th grade, I told my best friend at the time that I thought he was cute. She fell off her bed laughing. I couldn't blame her, no one really saw him that way. I don't know what I saw past it. I think I really enjoyed the cute dorkiness about him. My friend told him I liked him and he said he liked me too. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend! (This was all over msn obviously haha) It was the year 2005. Obviously with all elementary couples our relationship included: "anniversaries" every month (I guess we never learned what anni meant haha), writing eachother cute notes.. he wrote poems and I used stickers, the over use of the words i love you and i miss you on a regular basis even if we didn't fully understand them yet, the phone calls without speaking, the "special shout out" on the web page to let everyone know how much you love them, and the butterflies.. I loved the butterflies.
We spent an amazing summer together. Pure sweet innocent love(?). I guess I question the word love because our "love" didn't outlast separation. We went to different high schools in the Fall. We slowly spoke less and less and so my jealousy of him possibly speaking to new girls got the best of me so I let him go, free to speak to whomever he wished to. I didn't want to hold him back. My Mr. FirstLove became my Mr. FirstHeartbreak.
To be continued........
1 comment:
YOU NEED TO CONTINUE LUVSTORY! though i think i know a good portion of it until grade 10ish....YOU NEED TO CONTINUE!
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