My First Love

I was asked to write a personal narrative in my english class. I wrote this a couple of months ago and thought I would share it.. My teacher said to write about event that changed your life. I couldn't think of anything better than sharing this;
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As I stood there watching him walk away I thought to myself, “I didn’t just loose him as my boyfriend, I lost him as a best friend too.” Relationships need time, trust and the ability to set aside your own feelings for someone else. He taught me just that. The three years of building up a friendship and six months of naive bliss was all our hearts could take. But we had days I will surely never want to or try to forget about. He was my first love lost.

It all started with a quick glance here and there. Next thing I knew we were on our first date at the ever so ordinary movies. It was a Friday night when we decided to meet at the Everett Theater to watch the thriller “When a Stranger Calls”. After buying our ticket, walking into the theater the smell of butter popcorn hit us. Entering the theater the fell of sticky floors as we walked hand in hand, choosing a seat right in the middle. Being so shy and fumbling on words because neither of us wanted to say the wrong things. Catching a late night movie just made sense. What more would you have wanted at that fragile age of 14?

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into months. We became the couple that everyone envied at our age. So many people had doubted us but we proved them wrong showing that you can set aside your pride, even when you are young and aren’t quite sure of what love is. When he felt pain, it was as if I felt it too. We were there for each other through so much.

There had been times when I been struggling with my own issues with family or friends and I was able to turn to him to talk about it all. He had been so sympathetic and took the time to just listen to me. It wasn’t just that it was also all of the little things that he did for me that made me fall in love with him throughout the relationship. The night of our first date it had been raining and I was getting really cold walking outside. He had been nice enough to offer me his jacket even though that meant he would be cold. It was those little things that mattered the most.

Months soon went by and somehow we went from being crazy about each other to barely speaking. It hurt to think that the person you’ve cared about so much could stop caring about you. Near the end of our relationship it took me awhile to realize that we had drifted and there was nothing more I could do. The question kept going through my mind over and over again. If you love him, just let him go and let him do his own thing for awhile, you need to do your own too. You’re making the right choice, aren’t you?

We haven’t really talked since that day. We said we’d be friends again but I’m not sure if that will happen. He needs his space and time so I’m giving that to him, no matter how long that will take to be his friend. It sounds selfish, but I still do want him to be a part of my life even if it means we only speak every so often.

I’m a stronger person because of him and I thank him for that. He taught me of love, pain, and how to cherish time. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect relationship; in my heart it was just right. Sometimes it does hurt to care about someone. Sure, you can say I am young and I don’t know what I’m talking about but I know what I felt was real. I will never hesitate to say that he's my first love and I will always love him.

-Lisa