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My First Love
My First Love
It was the summer of 1991, a great year that was. I had just moved into a new town. Being a foster-child, that happened a lot. My family and I had gone to the beach one day, and met friends of the family while we were there. Their relatives had come along, and her with them. She was down for the summer, and planning on going back home for school. Her name was Christy. She was a beautiful 15-year-old, while I was only 16 (about to turn 17). She had long, dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, a great attitude about life. She was just developing (and quite nicely, too). I was shy, and nervous, as I always am around the opposite sex. We started talking though, and hit it off pretty well. The only thing bothering me was the fact that I wouldn't get to see her when school started up again. We enjoyed ourselves, though during those summer months. I figured it was going to be that "summer love" type of thing. We did everything together...went to the library, hung out at the beach, went to the park. And then, it was time for her to go. Summer had ended.
It wasn't over though, as I found out later. As I started school, I hooked up with a girl from down the street. Jill was cool, but she always seemed a little detached. She did give me my first kiss, though, and while it was pleasant, something didn't seem right. Then Christy walked onto the bus one morning, ready for school. I couldn't believe it? I asked her what she was doing there, and she said her mother came down to live with a friend of the family for a while, and her and her sister came with her. I asked her for how long, and she didn't know the answer. Of course, Jill was gone, but it was a mutual agreement. No feelings lost on either part. Christy and I started dating. Again, we were inseperable. For the next year and a half, we spent a lot of time together. I got a job working at the local grocery market, and I would stop by her house before and after work. She was always waiting when I was coming home, and after our first kiss...oh baby, did the butterflies become active with that kiss..we met every night after work and shared some kisses. Didn't dare to do anything else because of the age...I was close to 18, and I didn't want to cause issues with the family. Someone in the family, though, whether it be hers or mine, I am not sure, but someone didn't like our relationship, and kept insisting that we end it. We always said we would, but never did. I took her to my homecoming dance, and we danced the night away. Her parents were always cool to me, joking and teasing, but I know they didn't have a problem with our relationship. They even invited me to her 16th b-day party. As I said before, someone did, and stepped in.
One day, shortly after my 18th B-day, my social worker pulled me in and told me that someone made an ultimatum. I must either move out of the house, or break up with Christy, because if I stayed with her, my family didn't want to suffer the indignity of their son being charged with statutory . I was devastated. How could they do this to me? Didn't they see what we have? I sat down with her and talked to her. I didn't have a choice, I was still in high school, and no where else to go. She didn't like it either, and was pissed at whoever WOULDN'T come forward themselves. I would have married her, if I thought her parents would go that route, but I knew they weren't that understanding. So, as we entered our last year of high school, we had to part. I still saw her every day, but *sigh*...and that's how I lost my first love..I still talk to her, and we still get together sometimes...maybe, when the conditions re-present themselves, we'll start again. I hope so...because, in a way, my heart still belongs to her.