My First Love
I met my first love at the art table in seventh grade.
It was not a match made in heaven. The angels didn’t sing.
In fact, I’m pretty sure he barely noticed me. But I noticed him. I looked at him, inexplicably curious about who he was. In my gut, I felt something, knew something momentous was happening.
I was assigned my seat at the table in the back corner. Across from me…the boy was assigned his seat.
I cannot describe why I noticed him. I mean, in all fairness, there was nothing super unique about him. He wasn’t sporting a Mohawk or trying to get my attention. He wasn’t flexing his muscles or wearing a pink shirt. He was just there. Right away, something told me he’d be important.
Now, four years of marriage later and almost sixteen years since we first met, I can say without a doubt I was correct.
Why I Married My First Love
There are amazing benefits to marrying your first love whom you met at twelve-years-old.
Why Marrying Your First Love is Tough
As with everything, marrying your first love you met at twelve comes with its challenges.
Our love story is special, but then again, it’s not. We’re just two average people who found love very early. I know we’re lucky to have found “the one” before we even knew we were looking for the one. I know we are blessed to have so many years together already. I also know it hasn’t been easy and it will continue to be hard.
First loves are always tricky. They haunt us, plague us, and taunt us with what could have been. For me, though, I’m blessed, because I haven’t had to figure out what it’s like to move on from one.
I’m still with him.
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