You never forget your first date, your first kiss, or your first love. What I have for you today is a creative writing piece about my first love. This was not my first date or my first kiss, but it was without a doubt, my first love. This was, however, her first date and her first kiss, and I would hope, I was her first love. There will be plenty of entries about this girl and how important she was in my life. I’ll never forget her. I hope you enjoy the piece as much as I enjoyed writing it through a veil of tears.

My heart is beating, and it’s not the usual rhythm of thumping that I’ve become accustomed to. Blood is coursing through my veins and I can nearly feel it travel through me. My legs are trembling as I stand and wait. I look around anxiously, but everything is a blur. All that I can identify are the flashing lights that are there to guide me through the night. My glasses are in my pocket, begging for me to grasp them and place them on my face, but my hands are shaking and miniscule drips of sweat are trickling down my forehead. I can’t breathe. It’s almost as if I’m holding my lungs with my bare hands and squeezing tighter than my clenched jaw already is, as I stand here in disbelief.

She looked amazing. I can’t help but to notice how the wind pushes her hair to one side of her shoulder as she opens the door to the lobby. Some rain droplets from outside have taken up residence on the individual strands of her long black hair. She spots me while I still admire her red velvet blouse and jean shorts that cover a small amount of her smooth olive skin. “Hey!” she yells out, and my lips prepare to speak but are so dry that my words topple over each other to form what sounds like a distant whisper. She moves closer and we begin to talk. Our words are muffled by the dull roar of the other patrons in the room and the sounds of the kids smashing buttons in the arcade nearby. After some catching up, I hand her a ticket, and for a mere instant our hands touch. My chest tightens. Her lips curve upward into a faint smile and we continue to the snack bar.

My senses are overwhelmed with the smell of warm butter and popcorn. I need to satisfy my growling stomach, and my barren desert of a mouth. I grab my snacks and we begin to walk toward the showroom, as I try not trip over my own feet. Some empty seats call out to us and we slowly sink into the leather. We were as close to each other as we could comfortably be. Time races by for what feels like an instant and the room goes black. It’s over.

I remind my legs how to stand while, I offer her my hand. The warmth of her palm lingers throughout my entire body. As we walk through the familiar gray halls my mind can’t help but wonder what was to come. I press upon the cool glass door and wait a moment for her to walk by. The scent of lemon and strawberries dances up my nostrils as she passes. The rain outside creates a delicate pitter-patter on the sidewalk. I gaze into her soft onyx eyes which suddenly begin to close. The last thing I see as my eyelids shut are her lips pursed together. She rises up on her toes as I arch forward and our lips meet for the first time. I will never forget this moment.

 

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4 thoughts on “You Never Forget Your First

  1. This was a very well written post, all your posts are. I think its great the way you see the beauty and passion in things. I certainty agree you never forget your first, they teach you how to love, how to be loved and sometimes how to hurt. Your first is meant to give you all these feelings and teach you something too and I think you did a great job in this post

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  2. Mr. Anonymous,

    I don’t know who you are, but I am sure I will be pleased to meet you. Your writing has settled beneath my skin and inspired me. It is not very often that I come across a post that can make my eyes waterfall and my heart fill with nostalgia. You brought me back to a wonderful time in my life, forcing me to remember things I have tried very hard to forget. Most of all, you have reminded me of the beauty of life, and experience, and why it is a blessing to be able to reminisce and recall moments that have filled you with joy or even hurt you. Pardon me for rambling, but you’ve got my mind overwhelmed with memories and emotions that I thought I have long forgotten. Without these memories, though, I realize that my life would never be the same. I am fortunate to have gone through pain because I am here to experience it. I am a live whether I am hurting, or laughing, smiling, or crying, and I realize that that makes all the difference.

    Thank you for writing this post, and sending my life in a more positive direction. I am genuinely grateful.

    Also, I look forward to meeting you…

    -Best Regards,
    AlinaAjone

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  3. So for the record I kind of just glanced at everyone’s blog just to see what they had to say. At first I was skeptical because your topic could be either a hit or miss. Well let me tell you Relationship Ron, you are by far the CUTEST thing I have ever seen! I kept telling Leticia that I wanted to just give you a huge hug! Your entire blog shows how emotional you are and how you let people in to see the real you! I was almost in tears reading this post because I too can remember my first and go there whenever there is a scent or place that reminds me of him. Congratulations on such an amazing blog! I wish I could shrink you and keep you in my pocket but I can’t LOL! Like you I hope to stick with my blog and I plan on subscribing to yours! Ciao 🙂

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