Day Three of the Writing Challenge

My first kiss and my first love.

Okay, so these are, not surprisingly, two different occurances. 

My first kiss was in first grade with a boy called, Brad T. We were at St. Mary’s school, during the school day–sitting behind the puppet theater thingy (yeah, filthy, don’t go there–no pun even close to intended). It was very sweet–although not very memorable, but I guess that is all you can expect from two, very young Catholic school children. 

My first love.

This is a little more complicated than my first kiss. There is my first love, which was a very immature, puppy-love love; and then there was my first real love–mature love. Does this even make sense? 

My first puppy love-love was a guy called, Chris. That relationship lasted (mostly) on and off for 4 years–during which time it probably seemed to anyone paying attention that he and I were trying our level best to hurt and be awful to one another. We did have some good times–and I have tons of good memories. I am very happy to say that he is married with two children and very likely has a great life. 

My first real love is J–and although he is still sort of in my life, currently as an ex (we were together recently for 5 1/2 years). The first love time that I am talking about here happened when we were both 21. And scared and stupid. I was too afraid to let him know how I felt, and he was also–so much so, that he had actually convinced himself that I had a boyfriend–other than him. After a very passionate year of getting together on weekends, talking on the phone pretty much daily and cooking him hella terrible meals–he up and decided to move to Arizona. 

We kept in touch sporadically over the years–and the first time I told him that I loved him, he told me that he loved me but was marrying someone else who he didn’t love because she was pregnant. 

After his marriage ended, we were back in touch for a while, and then not. During that time I was married to Adolf. J and I got back in touch in 2009, and moved in together in the FM, in May of 2010. We kind of split up in the fall of 2014–and totally, in early 2015. We remain close to this day–and I will always love him. xo