Chronicles of Love

my first…

He was my first… distraction.

I called it love, but who really knows at that age. Even still; when we fought like cats and dogs I still loved him terribly. Even when he was an jerk and I was a bitch, I still loved him. We took care of each other.

I’d like to know him now. I’d like to see his face and know that he’s OK. He was a gentle person and would have been a good man, if he’d only had a chance.

There are many times during the year that I think of him, but today is the hardest day. For 12 years I have prayed for his soul on this night; my first boyfriend, my first love, my first distraction.

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2 Comments

  1. It hurts sometimes. I have a few scars. Some regrets. I wish things were different. I do feel lonely. Maybe things aren’t so bad. Cheer up.
    U will always have friends 🙂

  2. […] could barely stand to be next to one another, but we clung onto the life we had created. We were so young and righteous and together despite our repelling magnetism for one another. It was a crazy time for me in my life […]

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