Your first love
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OT: My first love was when I was 4 years old and my mom put in a Backstreet Boys album into the stereo.
For the first time, I realized that sound could make your heart race, and thus is why music is my first love.
When we were both fourteen, I loved a really clever and shy boy with blond curls and green eyes.
Dated. Ended badly. He called me a couple of things and I checked out.
Years later, went abroad and told an metal worker and inventor (more blond curls) that I loved him.
I think I wanted to hide it. To say it and leave so that it couldn't go bad like that.
Dated. Ended badly. He called me a couple of things and I checked out.
Years later, went abroad and told an metal worker and inventor (more blond curls) that I loved him.
I think I wanted to hide it. To say it and leave so that it couldn't go bad like that.
When we were both fourteen, I loved a really clever and shy boy with blond curls and green eyes.
We dated. Ended badly
Years and boys later, I told an metal worker and inventor (more blond curls) that I loved him.
I thought I'd have to settle - but I don't know how much better things could get!
We dated. Ended badly
Years and boys later, I told an metal worker and inventor (more blond curls) that I loved him.
I thought I'd have to settle - but I don't know how much better things could get!
Well, if anyone wants to read my massive paragraph about it, you can click the spoiler I guess.
So what did it teach me? Not to get so obsessed with a girl ever again, and that, rather than looking for the perfect girl, to let her come to me (as told to me by my second love). I have had three major loves and each was worst than the last so I am done looking for love in high school and maybe even college.
There was this girl in my class who I really liked in about 8th grade. She was funny, cute, smart, and seemed to know all of the right people. I, being a shy person after my first minor crush blew up in my face, kind of admired her from a far until we eventually because friends. She didn't know that I liked her and I was always too chicken to try and ask her. Summer vacation came by and I did another community play with this new guy who soon became one of my best friends. Over the summer we traded games, he gave me his PS2, we had fun in the play. Then school came around and we were still talking. I was the girl that I liked again and my friend from the summer had helped build my confidence up. He didn't know that liked her be he knew I liked someone. So one day, about half way through the school year, I decide to nerve up during lunch and ask her. Just before I go to ask her, I over hear her talking about how she asked my friend out and he said yes. I wasn't mad at him because I kept it a secret. I was just crushed. Oh, but the story doesn't end there. I told my friend when he came over that day and he said he was willing to break up with her for me and I said it wasn't fair to him so we left it at that. I sat at games with my other friends and she and him talked and hugged and all. Then one day, my he and I decide to rent a horror movie but we could only invite one person since it was at my house. We both decide to invite the girl. So we watched the cheesiest damn movie on the face of the earth (P2) and when the movie was over, I look over to my friend and the girl is almost slobbering all over him. He shoots me a, "I'm sorry dude. No clue what is going on", look and we wait until the girl's mom picks her up. After she leaves, he apologizes profusely and I could tell he didn't start it. She was out for lust. I go on MSN Messenger and apparently, she is finally told that I liked her by one of her friends when she got in her car and she kept saying she was sorry and didn't know. I let it go and finally she had to break up with him because of his wrestling and after a LONG time of waiting, she was looking for somebody new and so I asked her. Then I get the, "Your my best friend and I don't want to ruin that", speech. I was crushed yet again. now that we are older, she has slept with a whole bunch of guys, and I found out that she is SUPER clingy. Now I am glad I didn't go out with her but it still hurt when I was younger.
I've never been in love. I always get to that point in the relationship where you start saying "I love you" but I never mean it. I haven't found anyone who doesn't start to annoy me after about a month. Most of my girlfriends have either turned out to be less mature than I originally thought, or get really fixated on the relationship. (Not exactly clingy, but overly head over heals for me in a way that gets annoying.)
My first love was my best friend. We spent a summer together, and the day I finally worked up the guts to tell her that I loved her (a sentiment I'm known to very rarely express) she leaves me to go back to the ex who hurt her on multiple occasions.
She showed me how much I could love someone.
Then she showed me just how much burning hatred I was capable of.
She showed me how much I could love someone.
Then she showed me just how much burning hatred I was capable of.
By first love, do you mean a crush or someone you actually dated?Jonluw said:Hiya escapists.
I was just recently thinking of a song [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ycFYM5M6lM&feature=related].
"My first love
Did more for me
Than you can ever imagine.
My greatest love
I gave to you
There was only one of it in me"
So I can't help but wonder; dear escapists: How was your first love, and what did it do to/for you?
How has this affected me?
Yeah, she's a cartoon character. I know.
I suppose I have sort of a weak spot for read, semi-short hair and big eyes.
I'm also afraid that spending so much time fantasizing about love in my younger days might have left me with unreasonable standards and an unachieveable ideal of true love.
That's almost as creepy as seeing twilight fangirls going gaga over Edward Cullen.LegendaryGamer0 said:My First(and only) love:
Sakura Kinomoto
She has turned me from a souless bastard to a slightly less souless bastard.
When she is near, I feel emotion... I feel... happy.
Only she can allow me to feel.
My first love dumped me for a television set. Shit you not. He came up to me and said TV was more interesting and reliable than me. Me, who had always been there to help whenever he needed, whether on a school project or just a depressive episode.
So I have crippling self-esteem problems, and that's part of the reason for it. Yeah, I know he was probably just dating another girl or something, and I wish he would've told me that directly. I could have gotten over that pretty easily, because I can appreciate the qualities and charms of other women.
He really wasn't any great prize, himself--he was a whiner, lazy, and did not like the idea of self-improvement or ambitions. I've never missed him. But being told you're so incredibly dull that a guy would prefer an inanimate object for company kind of scars you when you're only twelve or thirteen.
I'm still sometimes worry that I really am that hideously boring.
So much for first love being the best love. XD
So I have crippling self-esteem problems, and that's part of the reason for it. Yeah, I know he was probably just dating another girl or something, and I wish he would've told me that directly. I could have gotten over that pretty easily, because I can appreciate the qualities and charms of other women.
He really wasn't any great prize, himself--he was a whiner, lazy, and did not like the idea of self-improvement or ambitions. I've never missed him. But being told you're so incredibly dull that a guy would prefer an inanimate object for company kind of scars you when you're only twelve or thirteen.
I'm still sometimes worry that I really am that hideously boring.
So much for first love being the best love. XD
You need a *hug*. And you know what they say, better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all. I'm still stuck on the second part.Aurora Firestorm said:
well, I'm telling you that you are wrong. allthough we were very young, what was between us was very beautiful and real. I have been in many many relationships and when you are in love you just know that you are.ravensheart18 said:
First love... For me it was a girl with long, curly brown hair and these huge brown eyes. She was tan and tall for a girl, and she lived in a log cabin. We were on the swim team together in the 7th grade, and I never worked up the courage to ask her out until a few of my teammates told her I "liked" her. I was right there when they told her, too. I thought I would die from embarrassment when it came out, but I didn't, and she said "sure." Off to the races it was from there.
We'd kiss outside the YMCA after swim practice. We hung out together at her house almost every day after school when we didn't have practice. We'd have our parents drop us off at movies. We went everywhere together. We even spent the night together once or twice, though nothing came of it besides more kissing. It was every 12-year-old's dream relationship.
Then, at the beginning of 9th grade, the high school gossip engine started working its magic on the two of us. Rumors started floating around that she was pregnant by me, despite the fact that we were both still virgins. That, combined with this newfound social awkwardness that came with being a freshman, ended up tearing us apart.
For a while after that, I couldn't let her go. I had been shut down inside. I couldn't function for months. We still spoke sometimes, but I didn't know how to be just friends with her. I learned slowly. But then, she started dating this douchebag with a black belt and a chip on his shoulder who said that if I ever spoke to her again, he'd bring a gun to school and kill me. (Needless to say, my high school wasn't a great place to be.)
I ignored him. Kept talking to her. They ended up breaking up anyway.
She invited me to her 16th birthday party. She also invited another former boyfriend and, to my surprise, a former girlfriend. That night, after everyone else had left, I lingered for an hour or so and talked her through some of her relationship and sexuality issues. It was the first natural conversation we'd had in three years. For that, I got a kiss and an acknowledgement that she knew I still loved her. I was a true friend, she'd said. Nothing more, nothing less.
That was the last time I ever saw her. She's at some out-of-state college now, and all my attempts at getting back in touch with her have failed. She seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, in fact.
There are few things I wouldn't give to talk to her again.
We'd kiss outside the YMCA after swim practice. We hung out together at her house almost every day after school when we didn't have practice. We'd have our parents drop us off at movies. We went everywhere together. We even spent the night together once or twice, though nothing came of it besides more kissing. It was every 12-year-old's dream relationship.
Then, at the beginning of 9th grade, the high school gossip engine started working its magic on the two of us. Rumors started floating around that she was pregnant by me, despite the fact that we were both still virgins. That, combined with this newfound social awkwardness that came with being a freshman, ended up tearing us apart.
For a while after that, I couldn't let her go. I had been shut down inside. I couldn't function for months. We still spoke sometimes, but I didn't know how to be just friends with her. I learned slowly. But then, she started dating this douchebag with a black belt and a chip on his shoulder who said that if I ever spoke to her again, he'd bring a gun to school and kill me. (Needless to say, my high school wasn't a great place to be.)
I ignored him. Kept talking to her. They ended up breaking up anyway.
She invited me to her 16th birthday party. She also invited another former boyfriend and, to my surprise, a former girlfriend. That night, after everyone else had left, I lingered for an hour or so and talked her through some of her relationship and sexuality issues. It was the first natural conversation we'd had in three years. For that, I got a kiss and an acknowledgement that she knew I still loved her. I was a true friend, she'd said. Nothing more, nothing less.
That was the last time I ever saw her. She's at some out-of-state college now, and all my attempts at getting back in touch with her have failed. She seems to have vanished off the face of the earth, in fact.
There are few things I wouldn't give to talk to her again.
I can safely say I've never had a first love. More than likely, I'd be scared shitless if that were to happen to me.
Know how you feel. My first "love" was a lecherous whore and made stop trusting women, but you need to turn the feelings that she messed you up into hate (essentially) and understand that she wasnt for you. Don't love someone who hurt you.Mr. Google said:
