First Love

I lost my dad when I was really young and it had major effects on me. For one, I had difficulty trusting people, even those close to me. Well I met this guy through a friend. At first, he was in a relationship that didn’t work out. Him and I started texting each other. We talked daily, like every day. Then, eventually, I started to grow use to talking to him. We hung out multiple times. I started to trust him. Eventually, I began to have a huge crush on him. I mean he is dirty blonde, super smart, he’s sweet when he wants to be, he works hard and he spends time with his family. What more can you want in a guy? We started hanging out even more and I began to love the way he would make me laugh or the way he would sing to me. He began working with his mom and we couldn’t spend as much time as we normally would together. But he would still talk to me and make time for me. I felt so special and unique. Then we started hanging out here and there. I started to fall in love with him. At that moment when we were looking at each other and I felt as though I could trust him I knew that I was falling in love with him. My first real love. He made me feel so alive, so impulsive, so much more confident and strong. I was loving it. He even cooked for me and when he did I felt amazing. He cooked me a pizza and we ate together. He got pizza sauce on his face and I truly never laughed as hard as I did that day. He was so sweet to me. I felt, for once, that I wasn’t invisible or ugly anymore. I can tell you, for sure, that I still love him, to this very day. He is amazing in my eyes with his big, brown eyes behind his geeky glasses. His deep, but not too deep voice. He has his flaws but we except each other as we are. We support one another and I truly do love him. This was the first time that I felt like I could love him. Although we have multiple obstacles that we have to overcome, we are doing it together. Our struggles will only define our relationship and the couple that we will become. As a little girl I would read fairytales and now I feel like I’m in a much more complicated one. I’m loving the path that we are walking and I’m hoping that we continue to step over the rocks along the way. Life is a climb and I love having him climbing beside me.