Day 02 – Your first love

It seems like I’ve already done this entry…

Day 02 – Your first love

His name was Doug.  I met him through Shelloy (who liked him at the time) in 10th grade.  He and I didn’t start dating until later.  He was my first everything….first kiss, first real boyfriend, first love, first…..well, everything. He was funny, cute and super sweet.

We broke up and got back together, just to break up again.  He broke my heart.  I was devestated and I had a hard time without him.  We saw each other at school, of course.  I spent a lot of time trying to make him jealous…although I am sure he never noticed.  Or maybe he did, I don’t know.

He dated someone in senior year that I knew of but wasn’t friends with and that killed me.

The summer after senior year, we reconnected while he was living with his Dad.  We talked on the phone all the time and then….just stopped.  And I never heard from him again.  I was close with his best friend and still talk to him now but I don’t know much more about him as an adult.  I know he is in the armed forces (Air Force is what I heard) and I believe he is still enlisted.  I believe he has three kids. 

Every once in a while, I think about him and how I was with him.  And you know, as heartbroken as I was back then……..all of those choices brought me to this point, to who I am now.

So thank you, Doug.  Thank you for starting me on the path of love….for showing me that I am worth it.  Because of you I made choices that brought me to Dereck and for that, I would change absolutely nothing about the relationship we had.

I hope you are well.


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