Okay this may be the cheesiest post ever, so bear with me!! My first love seems like ages ago... I was sixteen and he was a year younger than me. I remember feeling my heart beat faster and my stomach drop when I saw him in the hall, when he would text me, or when I saw him in our English class. I remember feeling so weird about the whole situation, but I felt so happy when I was with him. His mom hated me, so in order to hang out with me he would lie, and we would go on joy rides around the town. Our favorite place was a park near his house. We would sit in the car listening to Colbie Caillat, holding hands, talking for hours.
We decided we were going to make a club house out of my garage. We cleaned it all out. It was so much fun! I miss that kid. He was so sweet and kind and he taught me so much about life, love, and how to have fun. I never told him how I felt, we were friends and I didn’t want anything to change between us. We were too young to be anything more serious and I was too old for him. In the end it didn’t work out (do first loves ever work out?!) But we had fun while it lasted. He may have broken my heart, but I can’t be mad at him. He showed me that you can open your heart and let people in.
