Imagine That

Imagine...

You're in a new situation. Youre not feeling like your old self. You feel happy, no, wait, ecstatic, yes, you feel ecstatic. You look forward to seeing the bright sun hitting your window's glass surface, shining brightly, beaming off the window pane, and into your room. You no longer mope about. You have a spring in your step, a smile on your face, and you seem friendlier than ever before. Everything makes sense, but why?

Why is it that you suddenly enjoy life? Could it be a new diet? New exercise? New friends? No.

Only one word describes your sudden change... Love.

And when you feel it, you know it. Not... not that fake love that usually happens... but that true love...

Maybe he wasn't my TRUE love, but it was true love. I didn't love him, I was IN love with him. He was with me, too, for a time. The first time he kissed me, I felt love... I knew what I had wasn't any relationship from the past, it was a new experience for me.

My first love was when I was 16. I know, I was young, but that makes no difference. He himself was only 15 at the time that he and I became US. So it makes me wonder, were we ready for it? No. We weren't. We didn't last.

My mother disliked him, he was disrespectful. I didn't see it then, but I do now. He was my world then. I would've killed myself to save him if ever needed.

I knew it was love. Every time we made eye contact, I couldn't remain mad at him. Every time he kissed me, I had to hold him, otherwise, I would've floated away... Every time he touched me, I trembled... Every time he was around me, when not fighting, nothing bothered me.

I never thought of any other guy when I was with him, I refused to look at any other guy while I was with him. I devoted everything I had to him and only him. December 26, 2008, he proposed to me. He couldn't do it until I started picking on him. Then he popped the question. I didn't expect it. I cried, I really did. Two months later, the engagement was tossed. We lasted a year and a half. Within that time of dating, we had gone over 200,000 text messages, 50,000 minutes, 10,000 emails, and 50 letters. About 700,000 kisses, 1.2 million hugs, hand holds, and fooling around... We had fun. We wrestled, we tickled each other, we made each other laugh, he taught me how to drive... We did what every couple does... we had fun, we loved... but it didn't last. Unfortunately, first loves never die, you will always love them... No matter what. You can overwrite that memory, but its always there... always. It never leaves you. It will always be in your files. And it will pop up every now and then.