My very first love was this boy named Adam. I must have been about 5 or 6, when he and his family came over from Australia to visit for two weeks. We saw them a lot (his Dad and my Dad, well, they went way back), and I remember it being a lot of hand holding, and beach visits and family bbqs and 'say check, again?'. He told me on his last night that we'd get married and live happily ever after. For months and months after any question of boys was answered with 'Oh yes, I have a boyfriend, his name is Adam and he lives in Australia. We hold hands and everything'.
When I saw him again years and years later, I'd lost a fair amount of innocence (I was at that age where I was making out with boys behind the PE shed). He wasn't my boyfriend anymore, and I shunned him pretty much out of sheer embarrassment of the past. I haven't seen him in forever, though facebook tells me he's been adventuring around South America, and has turned into a gorgeous amazing man with a stupid amount of facial hair. Still, I think I prefer the little blonde kid with the cute grin.
Yeah, okay, I know, it's a bit of a cop out. Call it Puppy Love, if you like. I've loved a fair few people in my life, and some of them are a bit painful to recount. Navigating relationships is sometimes tricky business, and sometimes matters of the heart end up kicking you in the behind. *shrug*
And you? What of your first love?