Do you remember your first love? The little crushes that made your childish heart flutter for reasons you don’t quite understand. We’ve all had a first love and for many of us it shaped the way we view love from that point on.
My first love's name was Angie.
My voice was deeper than the rest of the boys, my body growing fast, and all of that was wrapped in a big pack of awkwardness. I was in fifth grade at the time and that’s when I saw her. We had the same class and sitting by her made my naïve little heart flutter. It was the first time I’d ever tried to impress a girl before and I failed miserably on many occasions. I wrote in my little diary about what I could do to make a girl notice me.
The first thing I tried was using my brain. My mother is a scientist with a lab and access to dangerous chemicals, so naturally I wanted to use them. For my science project that year we tested hydrochloric acid’s ability to melt various metals. She helped me do the experiment safely and I did all the math myself. It was genius I thought to myself and I was sure to make the presentation impressive. She laughed and called me a nerd when she saw it which looking back now I don’t blame her for thinking so, but I was too determined to give up.
The next thing I tried was music. Being a young writer I wrote her a poem. It was so long ago that I can’t even remember the first word, but I’m fairly certain it wasn’t my best. Nonetheless, I shyly handed it to her and had her read it. When the laughter began I almost had given up hope, but then a new idea hit me.
We had begun talking at this point, but only as friends despite my efforts. One day she mentioned that she wanted to play football, but her mother wouldn’t let her because she was a girl. That Christmas in the spirit of giving I bought her a football and a chocolate rose with a card that said ‘Follow your dreams you can be anything you want’. Once again my gift was laughed at by anyone who found out. It was only years later that I found out she actually kept the football, but I had long since given up on love. With my little heart broken I focused on hanging out with my friends and living for myself, it’s a story I’ll always remember.
Angie and I actually still talk occasionally although time has drifted us apart. As a joke, in tenth grade five years after the fateful football incident I got her another football chocolate rose combo and we were able to laugh about the past and how different things were then.
I hope you enjoyed the story! It's part one in my three part series on love!
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