A first boyfriend is one thing but a first love is another. My name is Amber Stinston and I am 16 years old. I have a few friends and finally at least some confidence. When I was 15 I was in a relationship, it wasn't a real relationship and I'm glad because it didn't go well. His name was Kyle and I knew he was a player and I knew I didn't love him but I went for it. We went on a few awkward dates and had a few awkward hugs but that was all, it was just really... awkward. I wanted to break up with him so bad but I'd never done it before. How do you even do something like that? what if he really liked me? What if I hurt his feelings? But just before the Christmas holidays I got the news from his friend, that was also my friend, that he was cheating on me. Wow... I knew he was a player but I didn't think he'd go that far I mean wow. On the out side I smiled and said "Oh good now I have a good reason to break up with him." But on the inside I was broken. Did he not about me at all? How could he be so heartless? I didn't understand.
But that's not what this story is about. Its not about my first boyfriend it's about my first love. Now that all started before Kyle but I'm going to start on New years day. The day I got an amazing text. The day I became a thousand steps closer to having my first love...
