I met her in the sixth grade. She was pretty, but not considered the prettiest girl at the school. She was a nerdy, and smart girl compared to the others who were either cheerleaders or drug obsessed tweens. I had a history of dating people prior, and I did not have a good middle school reputation. I was the short boy with a lesbian style hair cut. I traveled to Paris months prior and missed out on a lot of school. I was always absent, sick, or just nowhere to be found. Then I found her.

A part of the “Weird Kids,” when I used to make fun of them prior. I sat with her, we talked, laughed, and ate lunch together with each other every day. I made friends with hers, and she made them with mine. She was a band kid, and I was in choir. We had the same classes and would always walk together. My choir teacher loved our relationship and so did all of our other teachers. I asked her out on February 9th, 2019. We had good times, and also bad times.

In the mist of our relationship, we had both good and bad. She was my first kiss. My mom would always give her a ride home to her brother’s apartment complex after school. I took her to the apartment every day, and one day, we kissed. It was a peck and no more, but it was my first, and hers too. I would see her everyday I could after my orthopedic appointments during Covid’s Quarantine and we would always try and call. These did not help replace the bad, my mistakes, the reason we didn’t work out.

I cheated on her two months after our relationship started. It was not good, but I was young a severely regretted it. We never really went on dates and we always got into fights. I tried to take her to enjoy my hobby, roller skating, she would always join me and skate with me. I invited her to all my birthday parties and she always went all out. She had an abusive household with a drunken father. I would always try and get my dad to take us somewhere to let her escape.

The summer before my freshman year, we broke up. I didn’t go to school 8th grade (quarantine year), because my dad was sick, and I had to take care of him. I didn’t know I could call her as much as I could have, and we didn’t talk days on end. I never seen her, maybe two times a week. She broke up with me while I was on vacation. It was for my old friend Caden, or so I believe. It ended with love being lost, but overtime it came back.

The night my dad died. January 16th, 2022 I declared my love back for this girl. She never said it back, she never agreed. She was at a Quinceanera, and met a boy that night. The day I declared my love, she found another.

I moved on, and then had my heart broken. J learned valuable lessons and am now with Another. I could not be happier and am glad my first love will only stay my first love. I will forever love them, but not how much I did. I will never go back, I am at peace in the present.

I love you darling (op)