Love
One, two, three…
I noticed that “First Love” has quickly
moved up the ranks of my most popular posts over the last couple of weeks. The
only other piece I wrote that moved up that fast was “How to get out of friend-zone”. Anyway, since you all have decided to
(selfishly) not share your first love stories with me, I’ll share mine in as
few words as I can. It is not possible to do justice to this tale in so little
words but alas, I fear that if I stare too long into that abyss it will stare
right back.
J.
One, two, three…*** *** ***
He
was a boy.
I’d
known him a long time
But
he was just a boy.
And
then suddenly he wasn’t.
Suddenly
I knew the way he smelled.
Suddenly
I could tell the tale of every line on his face.
Suddenly
he was part of the most important things to me.
But
we were only 14.
Drunk
on hormones
How
could it even be remotely true?
What
did we know?
And then we were 16.
The
feel of my hands in his,
His
lips on mine
The
butterflies in my gut.
The
feelings only got deeper.
And
then we were 19
And
still my heart beat for only him.
Our
souls were entwined in this endless dance.
The
earth was just one giant ballroom
And
nature itself played the tune to our waltz
One,
two, three… One, two, three… One, two, three…
Our
steps echoed in the stillness.
For
years that seemed more like decades we danced
Twirling
and swirling
Parting
and returning
One,
two, three… One, two, three… One, two, three…
Until
we didn’t return anymore
One, two, three.. One, two, three.. One, two,three seven...♥
One, two, three.. One, two, three.. One, two,
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