My first love was a cute, popular girl in grade 10.
I was 15 years old at the time and also in grade 10.
We went to the movies on the weekend and to a friend's house for a party (while my friend's parents sat upstairs and paid close attention to the activities in the room where we were dancing and eating and even kissing sometimes).
It was the age of innocence.
Then, one day, she told me that her parents did not want her to have one steady boyfriend so we had to break up (stop being boyfriend and girlfriend).
I cried every night for the next week.
I thought my whole had come to an end.
It hadn't and it didn't.
Now, many years later, I remember very little of the three months we were together as boy/girlfriends, but I am glad I had the chance to be her friend.
@soma thanks for sharing! :)
@Dinesh No, not really. :) I just saw this phrase and thought about my first love in order to see what is my experience and create an answer from my point of view. For me it ended up being true, since I really do remember my first love, so I was just wondering if anyone else feels that way. I don’t really think about him on my own. I didn’t create this post because I think of him, but because of this phrase that made me wonder how true it actually is. :)