My first love was when I was 14. It was my freshman year and it was the first boy that really respected me and liked me and thought I was amazing. I had had “boyfriends” before him, so it wasn’t like he was the first guy to ever say I was pretty, but he definitely had a significant impact on the beginning and future of high school.
I had more confidence in my self.
In middle school, I was very disliked and horribly teased by all the boys, except the creepers, and they don’t count. So my first love really got me into the relationship world in a good way. Him and I are still friends today.
I know every relationship is a learning experience, learning more about your self and how to deal with others in a highly emotional situation. I dated a lot in high school and college. With every relationship I had, serious or casual, they showed me the qualities I wanted and needed in a future spouse, so although my first love wasn’t one of those romantic stories that we were high school sweethearts, got married and rode off into the sunset, he helped me start out on the right journey to find my true love. My one and only, my wonderfully patient, dorky, cuddly and loving husband, Ryan.