I was about thirteen years old and I'd had a crush on this boy for some time. Everyone liked him and he was rather popular. Of course he was cute. But the best part was our parents were friends, so we saw each other frequently, and we were close friends so I trusted him.
I wish I could say the heaven's opened and the earth stood still when me and this boy kissed, but it wasn't that way. I recall us being in his bedroom. We were working on his homework, I was there to help him. He pulled me down into his lap and kissed me. It was sweet. It was innocent. It was something I still cherish. Yet he was only a crush, so while I got tingly butterflies from the situation, it wasn't the rush of love that most girls dream of when they receive their first kiss.
Me, being the soft hearted person I am, couldn't deal with the fact that this "kid" had a crush on me. The funny thing about the situation was, my first crush was the one who pleaded with me to "go steady" with this boy. If only for a little while to help boost his confidence and make him feel apart of the group.
I reluctantly agreed.
I was fourteen and it was nearly Christmastime. I remember it like it was yesterday. All of my friends were gathered at my first love's house. After what felt like hours of peer pressure, I finally agreed to give the new kid a chance.
Me and the boy went for a walk near a small stream behind his house. We flirted and laughed and I found myself liking the attention he gave me. He was so sweet and tentative. When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't say no.
We started doing what teenage kids do when they think they're grown up. We'd kiss, hug, hold hands, and share love notes. In the interim of it all, I found myself actually falling for him harder than I'd ever fallen for anyone before.
But alas, young love fades and with time ours did. There's a lot more to that part of the story, but those are memories I don't wish to share. In the end, it all worked out as it should be. After my breakup with my first love, I met the love of my life. The man I would one day marry, share my life with, and raise my son with.
I learned that love comes in different ways. Sometimes it's a sweet crush that blossoms into roaring passion. Other times it's a gentle wind that takes you be surprise when you need it the most. I will never forget my first crush or my first love, but I can honestly say I would never trade either of them for the love I have today. Yet, I know in my heart of hearts that both of these boys helped me find my true love in one way or another, and that makes me feel more blessed than anyone could imagine. I have an amazing life and an amazing husband who I find myself loving more and more every day. Seventeen years of marriage and my second love...my true love still holds my heart in his hand.
Through it all I learned that no matter what, I will forever be grateful for the experiences of my past and I look forward to the mysteries of my future.