My first love and first kiss

If “my husband and father of my kids” reads this, he’s going to run to my dm to tease me but I’m ready for him.

My first kiss was with a guy I thought I was dating. I was just 13, younger than most of my classmates in high school. I thought everyone had someone and I wanted that too. This guy had been pestering me for so long and he acted like he was keeping me away from the bad guys while he was the good guy. Actually, that was a big lie. I’m trying to write as I remember him then, not who I know him to be now.

On a sunny afternoon, this person who I trusted decided to make a move one day when we were alone on the corridor of our class block. I allowed it because I thought I liked him. I was a bloody fool. I can’t exactly remember the process but it felt innocent. My hands were by my side while his were on my waist. After the kiss, he proceeded to tell his male folks how he pressed my boobs and that’s how all my boy trouble started.

He turned out to be a dirty liar and a fake bitch that lives a double life.

My first love

Sigh. My first love was friends with the person I shared my first kiss with. We met through him and became friends. Everyone thought we were together when we were just friends. It was very funny to us. I was just happy and living my best life, we played during lunch breaks, afternoon lesson breaks, free period, after school, etc. Just anytime and every time we found time to be together, we were always together. Then, my best friend asked who I liked and I said “that’s probably the person I play with the most – that guy”. He hit the guy up and asked him who he liked and what he thought about me and he also said he liked me. My best friend asked him what he was waiting for and told him I liked him. Long story short, we got into a relationship. It started so pure and innocent for something that became twisted and trauma inducing at the end.

He was a player and a detty liar. He had a lot of girls around him but it didn’t bother me one bit (a trait I’m struggling to bring back now). Majorly because I loved and trusted him. I heard a lot of things but then again, I was looking at everything through a rose coloured glasses. I was done DIRTY!!! My God! I thought I was never going to recover from that heartbreak. That was important for my character development anyway. Needless to say I actually recovered since I’m with someone else right now.

And no, I don’t hate him (that’s a waste of energy btw). I wish him all the best. I hope he treats his future partner(s) better than he treated me. Selah.

Tell me about your first kiss and first love!!!! I hope it ended better than mine.