Meme - Day 02 - Your first love, in great detail
My first love. I'm taking it mean the first person I fell in love with, just so that's clear and obvious from the started. My first love. He might even read this post. I believe it'll appear on his flist anyway.
My first love. I met him in Jordan. And I hated him. Honestly, I met him and I hated it. He beat me at cards. Without too much effort. You see, it was a college archaeology trip to Jordan. I was sharing with my friend Sam and Elodie, a girl from our class. We decided to play cards and Craig and Tim got dragged into playing too. That was a few days into April in 2001. Thinking about it, we've been friends nearly 10 years now and some of our jokes actually date back to that week. We hit it off as friends and that's what we became. We were friends first and foremost. When it came time to break up, we stayed friends, first and foremost.
We were that couple in college where everyone wants to bang their heads together, because the chemisty is obvious to everyone else but the couple themselves. We got so close before anything happened between us.
(this is much harder to write than I expected, but first love is first love and it's always special)
So we would talk on the phone all the time, despite seeing each other in college everyday, we would talk for hours on end, we would chat online for hours on end. For all the time we spent talking I honeslty am not quite sure how he managed to get straight As in college. But hey, I said he was smart did I not? Anyway. In the end, we kissed several times before I agreed to go out with him. I didn't want to go out with him because his friendship was so important to me. He talked me round in the end.
By the time we said "I love you" we both also confessed that we'd felt that way for a while.
First love is special and I think we carry it with us for the rest of our lives one way or another. I feel really lucky because I think in many ways mine couldn't have been more perfect. I met him, I hated him, we became friends, we became close friends, we realised we each loved other, we stayed friends, we kissed, we stayed friends, we kissed again, we finally started to go out, I had a sweet and dear romance with my best friend. There were many perfect moments in our romantic relationship. I regrete how I went about ending our relationship, even if it was the right thing to do.
This was difficult to write. I want to delete it and start all over again. But it's late and I'm tired. But I guess my discomfort comes from it being something so close. A lot has changed between us in the last 10 years, but I have a friend who I can turn to when I need him. And the other reason that this is difficult to write at the moment is because my first love is my best friend. My best friend who lives at the other end of the country and who I haven't seen for a year!
My first love. I met him in Jordan. And I hated him. Honestly, I met him and I hated it. He beat me at cards. Without too much effort. You see, it was a college archaeology trip to Jordan. I was sharing with my friend Sam and Elodie, a girl from our class. We decided to play cards and Craig and Tim got dragged into playing too. That was a few days into April in 2001. Thinking about it, we've been friends nearly 10 years now and some of our jokes actually date back to that week. We hit it off as friends and that's what we became. We were friends first and foremost. When it came time to break up, we stayed friends, first and foremost.
We were that couple in college where everyone wants to bang their heads together, because the chemisty is obvious to everyone else but the couple themselves. We got so close before anything happened between us.
(this is much harder to write than I expected, but first love is first love and it's always special)
So we would talk on the phone all the time, despite seeing each other in college everyday, we would talk for hours on end, we would chat online for hours on end. For all the time we spent talking I honeslty am not quite sure how he managed to get straight As in college. But hey, I said he was smart did I not? Anyway. In the end, we kissed several times before I agreed to go out with him. I didn't want to go out with him because his friendship was so important to me. He talked me round in the end.
By the time we said "I love you" we both also confessed that we'd felt that way for a while.
First love is special and I think we carry it with us for the rest of our lives one way or another. I feel really lucky because I think in many ways mine couldn't have been more perfect. I met him, I hated him, we became friends, we became close friends, we realised we each loved other, we stayed friends, we kissed, we stayed friends, we kissed again, we finally started to go out, I had a sweet and dear romance with my best friend. There were many perfect moments in our romantic relationship. I regrete how I went about ending our relationship, even if it was the right thing to do.
This was difficult to write. I want to delete it and start all over again. But it's late and I'm tired. But I guess my discomfort comes from it being something so close. A lot has changed between us in the last 10 years, but I have a friend who I can turn to when I need him. And the other reason that this is difficult to write at the moment is because my first love is my best friend. My best friend who lives at the other end of the country and who I haven't seen for a year!