A Love Story

Writing prompt 2: Write a short story (3 paragraphs) about your first love and
loss of it. Choose your form: short story, micro fiction, poetry, essay form or
any way you feel at ease telling this story.
Recall what the world felt like. What life felt like. What you felt like. Include
sensory details.

I was much older than most people when I experienced my first love.  I was 19 and working at a local craft store.  I became friends with a slightly younger boy and he ended up asking me to his prom.  That night, after his prom, he told me he had feelings for me and wanted to know if I wanted to start dating.  I had so much anxiety, that I was shaking.  I ended up calling my mom asking her for advice.  He would be moving away to college soon, and I didn’t know what to do, let alone the fact that I’d never had a boyfriend before.

We ended up dating for a few months before he moved.  It was wonderful.  I got to experience my first kiss and a little more than that, though we never had sex.  It was exhilarating to find someone who thought highly enough of me to even want to spend more time with me.  His friends were pretty great too.  A number of them thought I was pretty, as well, and we all liked playing computer games.  His mom seemed to like me and his dad did too.  Things were tough during that time because they were getting a divorce.  I even went out to visit him in Illinois when he was getting ready for college.

Slowly things changed.  He stopped calling me so often and when he would call me, he wasn’t as interested in the call or what was going on in my life.  Eventually, he told me he wasn’t sure if he loved me anymore.  That was the hardest thing for me, at the time.  I didn’t necessarily expect the relationship to last, but I also didn’t expect it to end so soon and over the phone.  There weren’t really any other options at the time, but the phone is so cold.  Eventually I moved on and it stung a little less.  I spent my time working and going to college.  I found love and lost it again until I finally met my husband.  The biggest thing I learned out of all of this was what I wanted in a companion.

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