I guess you could say my first love started in high school. He was one of my best friends and I had a little crush on him, but I didn’t think much more of it. He dated other girls and I didn’t mind. I dated other guys. As we kept in touch over the years, our relationship changed. We were 21 now, and a movie hang out turned into a date with hand holding and a kiss good night.
I was excited, blinded, and maybe even happy for a couple years. I thought he was everything I wanted/needed. He eventually moved away and we tried a long distance relationship. I had a blast visiting him. But eventually things died down and I never heard from him again.
For me, being 21 and 22, was almost the same as still being a teenager. I really thought it was going to work out. I really thought I wanted to marry him, but I’m so glad I didn’t. I wouldn’t have been happy and I wouldn’t have my wonderful husband that I have now.