Day 10 - Discuss your first love and first kiss
I know I haven’t done one of these in ages, but it’s test week. Shut up.
Anyway, my first love and my first kiss was this amazing guy in year seven.
I remember the first time I met him. It was my first day of year seven and my best friend and I were wondering around trying to meet some new people and even make some new friends. We ran into this girl that we both knew from an out of school thing. She then introduced us to her two best friends from primary school; a lovely girl who went on to be my best friend, and him. I’d never had a ‘type’ before, but after this boy, all my future crushes have tended to show very similar characteristics. He had shaggy brown hair, deep brown eyes, a toned frame and the cutest smile. I was instantly attracted to him. I spent a lot of time trying to get to know him better, and after a while I found out that he actually liked the girl who had introduced us. I was a little taken aback by this, but didn’t let it get in the way of my developing feelings. Finally, on year seven camp, I got the guts to tell him how I felt. I marched up to him and told him that I knew how he felt about the other girl, but I needed to tell him that I felt that way about him. He didn’t respond immediately, but after a few seconds, quietly mumbled that we should stay friends. I was pretty upset and really shy around him after that. Not too long after, we had a school dance. At one point we were told that we needed to dance with someone of the opposite sex. So he came up to me and asked me to dance - as friends. We spent the entire night swaying to the music, arms wrapped around each other. If I skipped a song, because of whatever friend drama, he came up to me, again asking me to dance, saying that he’d missed me being there. A few days after that, the old rumour-mill started churning out hints that this boy reciprocated my feelings. I confronted him about it, and he admitted that it was true before asking me to be his girlfriend. I’m pretty sure he was my first love, and it’s been hard to feel that way about someone since. Every time I saw him, I kid you not, my heart skipped a beat, I was constantly blushing around him, he was the sweetest guy ever, we had so much in common, I loved everything about him.
Our first kiss was actually really cute. This was all happening back in the day that chain emails were a big thing. One day, the week of his birthday I casually sent him a chain email without a second thought. The email claimed that if you passed it on, you would get kissed by the one you love on the nearest Friday. I was talking to him one day about something unimportant, when he suddenly asked me if he could tell me a secret. I said that he could, so he leaned over and whispered to me that he secretly wished that the chain email would come true.
That Friday, the day of his birthday, I was waiting at the bus stop after school and he was waiting with me on his bike. All of our friends were around us, so he quietly asked if we could speak privately. We walked around, behind a big fence where no one could see us. I asked coyly what he wanted to talk about and he replied shyly that he was wondering about that kiss. He got off his bike and stood in front of me, placing his hands on my waist. I threw my arms around his neck and we finally kissed.
We unfortunately broke up eventually, but that’s just the way life goes. He was such a great guy, and I’m glad to call him my first love.