First...
I'm on my favorite site...Nappturality. One of the poster talked about her first love and how you never really get over your first love you just move on.
I fell in love for the first time when I was 19. Which is really sad because I was already a mother by then, I didn't know what love was, but I was well aware of sex.
I met him in a club, hanging with my girl Joni. I was a wild child in EVERY sense of the word. Single and free for the first time since I was 14. I wasn't looking for love, but it dropped in my lap in the form of a 1/2 Irish 1/2 Italian Bostonian.
Was it love at first sight? No, but I knew when he spoke to me with that accent... He was the one. He was the first to take my heart and gently care for it. Never raised his hand or voice to me and was as patient as any woman could ask for. I once told him that no one ever stays with their first love, he seemed so hurt at that prospect.
What I never told him is that though life may take you away from your first love you never truly stop loving them.
I fell in love for the first time when I was 19. Which is really sad because I was already a mother by then, I didn't know what love was, but I was well aware of sex.
I met him in a club, hanging with my girl Joni. I was a wild child in EVERY sense of the word. Single and free for the first time since I was 14. I wasn't looking for love, but it dropped in my lap in the form of a 1/2 Irish 1/2 Italian Bostonian.
Was it love at first sight? No, but I knew when he spoke to me with that accent... He was the one. He was the first to take my heart and gently care for it. Never raised his hand or voice to me and was as patient as any woman could ask for. I once told him that no one ever stays with their first love, he seemed so hurt at that prospect.
What I never told him is that though life may take you away from your first love you never truly stop loving them.
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