love and kisses
Day 10 of the 30 day challenge is to discuss your first love and first kiss. Now for me those 2 things are not one in the same. ha! So let’s start with the fun one, my first kiss.
My first kiss was in the summer before 9th grade. Every summer day, my brother and I spent the.entire.day at the neighborhood pool that was about 1/2 mile from our house. Literally we would go in the morning, come home for lunch, go back, come home for dinner and then go back after dinner. We were little pool rats. I was crushing hard on Jared Spataro (please lord, don’t let him or anyone related to him read or find my blog) and he was crushing on me. Finally after a month of endless flirting, phone calls and pool fun we kissed. He walked me out of the pool gates, acted a little nervous, leaned in and kissed me. **Fireworks** I was so “love-struck” that I walked all the way home in a daze. When I got home my Dad looked at me and said, “Kelly, didn’t you ride your bike to the pool?” Ha! I was in such a daze that I had forgotten that I rode my bike and had walked home. I was too embarrassed to go get it and waited until the next day. Such fun memories. 🙂
Now my first love (and only love aside from Keith) was my high school and college boyfriend. I won’t say his name because this story is a tad more personal. Anyway, we started dating the summer before my Junior year of high school and I was pretty much smitten. Literally he hung the moon. But he was immature and interested in what most high school boys are interested in…which was something I wouldn’t give up. (are you feeling me??) So he cheated on me. A lot. All the time. We broke up and got back together, broke up and got back together. But we finally got it right the summer before my sophomore year of college. That is the summer when I remember being the most happy with him. Without going into too much detail that summer and into the first part of my sophomore year was when we were finally honest with one another, finally when we both loved one another about as much as we could consider we were only 19 and 20 (respectively). We were finally on the same page. Then college got in the way, temptation reared its ugly head again, and in the end he just didn’t love me enough. He didn’t. I think he wanted to. I really believe (and we talked about it years later) that he tried to love me as much as I loved him and he just didn’t. I was heart-broken for a very long time. It was probably the biggest contributing factor that pushed me into my first marriage. He was a rebound and said all the things I had wanted to hear for so long (only from someone else). But in the end all ends well. I have Keith and the boyfriend is now married with two kids. Everything worked out exactly how it was supposed to.