First Love

Ah, isn't this a bittersweet topic? I remember it like it was yesterday. Wait, I'm only 20 years old, it feels like it was yesterday. Actually, it was more like a few years ago if I'm going to be more accurate.

I remember the first time that I laid eyes on him, my first real crush. (I say "real crush" because it was the first time that a crush lasted more than a day. When you're a kid, you get over things really quickly.) I used to get picked on by the other girls in my class because they found out about this crush but I didn't care. He was the cutest and most adorable boy that I had ever seen. I crushed on him for months before we finally spoke; and it was only after a girl in my class told him about my crush that we did speak to each other.

The next thing that I knew, we were best friends and we were inseparable. One of the best childhood memories that I have is when he told me that he had a crush on me too. I still remember that moment quite vividly as well but that's for another blog post. So, doing what best friends do, we got really close and eventually we fell pretty hard for each other. Like every other love-struck teenage couple, at one point, we thought that we were soul mates that would last forever.

Unfortunately, we grew up and grew apart, as people do. So we broke up and went our separate ways. Since the breakup, we've had limited communication and I wish that it never came to that because we used to be so close; but alas, I cannot change the past and now that I'm married and we're both in college, I don't see that friendship rekindling. Nonetheless, I appreciate every wonderful experience, memory and self-esteem boost that he has given me and I'm truly grateful that I've had the honor and privilege of knowing him and his family. So here's to him getting his own happily ever after.

I wish you every happiness,

Chelsea

P.S. I'll never forget you.