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First Love

All parents have told their teenage sons and daughters that they're too young to know what love is.

 I would like to say on behalf of all teenagers, parents are too old to remember what it was like to be young.

 Granted, parents do know a lot. For ex. All parents have told their teenage sons and daughters that they're too young to know what love is.  For example,they know the recommended daily allowance of fruits and vegetables is 3-5 servings, and they know that eating two hotdogs at a carnival and then going on the tilt-a-whirl is not the smartest idea.

 Despite all of this, they seem to have forgotten what it was like to be an adolescent and in love. I have recently experienced my first true love and I will never let myself forget him, no matter how old I get.

It was in 10th grade when I got my first serious boyfriend. He started out as a good friend, but I began to realize my true feelings for him. However, I couldn't have discovered these feelings at a worse time.

 He had a girlfriend, and despite the fact she thought I was her friend, I thought of her merely as an aquaintance. Well to be perfectly honest, I hated her. But that's besides the point. I ended up confiding in my friend Carrie with my feelings. She had been best friends with the guy I was crushing on since kindergarten.

 Therefore,I figured who better to open up to. I told her not to say anything to him, for I feared it would jeapordize our friendship. But she ended up blabbing everything to him later that day. At first, I was pissed because she betrayed my trust. But if it wasn't for her, we would have never gotten together.

 You see, after he found out how I felt, he broke up with his girlfriend and we began going out a couple days later, during the third week of December.After two weeks passed, i realized how respectful he was of women. He hadn't even tried to kiss me because he said when the moment was right, it would just happen.

I yearned to be kissed because it would be my first true kiss. All I've ever gotten was a few sloppy, wet kisses under the monkey bars in elementary school. I'm sure glad I waited for the kiss because it was perfect.

It was at lunch and it was pouring rain. He was holding me close trying to keep me warm. Then he lifted my chin, looked deep into my eyes, and we kissed, while rain trickled down our faces. I know it sounds corny, but I had a hard time standing afterwards.

Sadly, our relationship ended four months later, in April. My excuse for breaking up with him was that there was someone else. Little did he know that I lied. The truth is, I ended it because I didn't deserve him. He was too good for me. I still loved him when I broke up wtih him, and deep down, part of me still does.

 Today is June 5, and there is exactly a week left unitl summer vacation. Maybe I will find a summer love and watch the fireworks with him on the fourth of July, and eat ice cream with him at the park, and maybe even kiss him under the stars. But none of that will compare to real love, the love I once had but let get away.

 Even though I'm no longer with him, I solemnly swear never to forget him and everything we shared. I find it so hard to believe that parents can so easily put their past behind them. When you lose the memory of your first love, you've lost yourself, and if you lose yourself, how can you ever love again? For example they  know the recommended daily allowance of fruits and vegetables is 3-5 servings, and they know that eating two hotdogs at a carnival and then going on the tilt-a-whirl is not the smartest idea.

 Despite all of this, they seem to have forgotten what it was like to be an adolescent and in love. I have recently experienced my first true love and I will never let myself forget him, no matter how old I get. It was in 10th grade when I got my first serious boyfriend. He started out as a good friend, but I began to realize my true feelings for him. However, I couldn't have discovered these feelings at a worse time. He had a girlfriend, and despite the fact she thought I was her friend, I thought of her merely as an aquaintance. Well to be perfectly honest, I hated her. But that's besides the point. I ended up confiding in my friend Carrie with my feelings. She had been best friends with the guy I was crushing on since kindergarten.

Therefore,I figured who better to open up to. I told her not to say anything to him, for I feared it would jeapordize our friendship. But she ended up blabbing everything to him later that day. At first, I was pissed because she betrayed my trust. But if it wasn't for her, we would have never gotten together. You see, after he found out how I felt, he broke up with his girlfriend and we began going out a couple days later, during the third week of December.After two weeks passed, i realized how respectful he was of women. He hadn't even tried to kiss me because he said when the moment was right, it would just happen.

 I yearned to be kissed because it would be my first true kiss. All I've ever gotten was a few sloppy, wet kisses under the monkey bars in elementary school. I'm sure glad I waited for the kiss because it was perfect.

It was at lunch and it was pouring rain. He was holding me close trying to keep me warm. Then he lifted my chin, looked deep into my eyes, and we kissed, while rain trickled down our faces. I know it sounds corny, but I had a hard time standing afterwards. Sadly, our relationship ended four months later, in April. My excuse for breaking up with him was that there was someone else. Little did he know that I lied. The truth is, I ended it because I didn't deserve him. He was too good for me. I still loved him when I broke up wtih him, and deep down, part of me still does.

Today is June 5, and there is exactly a week left unitl summer vacation. Maybe I will find a summer love and watch the foreworks with him on the fourth of July, and eat ice cream with him at the park, and maybe even kiss him under the stars. But none of that will compare to real love, the love I once had but let get away. Even though I'm no longer with him, I solemnly swear never to forget him and everything we shared. I find it so hard to believe that parents can so easily put their past behind them. When you lose the memory of your first love, you've lost yourself, and if you lose yourself, how can you ever love again?

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