I fell in love at 14.
Most people would say love doesn't exist at that age, and maybe it doesn't. But all I know is I fell in love, and as i grew older, the love for him grew too.
He seen me on my first day of high school and I like to think that since that day I haven't left his thoughts. I could never explain how lucky I feel knowing that I managed to catch his attention back when I was awkward and afraid of my new world.
In a few months, it will be our 3 year anniversary, and over the years we've gone through many ups and lows, but that's what love is. We've grown dependant upon one another, we are lovers, but firstly, the best of friends.
My favourite memories are the simple things that you don't think are worth remembering at the time. Like the first time we held hands, and the time we ate an entire pizza while watching movies, and the late night conversations we had about life while cuddled up together.
I couldn't imagine growing old with anyone else, and to others it may seem naive to think that I will spend my life with the boy I fell in love with at 14, but to me he is so much more. He makes me laugh when I'm ready to cry, he makes me feel beautiful when the world says I'm ugly, and he loves me when I feel I don't deserve it.
We need each other, and my biggest fear is that the stresses of life will get in the way, and take our love with it.
But that's what I think of when I hear first love.
I think of him.
