Well, okay. I've been stressing this post all day...not gonna lie. I even texted my mom about it last night. And I've contemplated avoiding the question by being like "Oh, football was most def my first love." But I think I'm just gonna be real and write whatever I want about whomever I want.
I'm neither cynical or delusional enough to say that I've never been in love. Or that I think I'm too young to have been in love. No. The other day I was reading an interview in a magazine with some 18-year-old starlet who said something along the lines of "I'm too young to know what love is." I think that if you're 18 and you don't know what love is, you have really missed the boat. And I'm not talking about having a boyfriend or whatever...you should just know what love is either way.
Once upon a time I was in love with a boy. And I picked out my wedding dress when I was like 14, and not just for the sake of picking one out, either. No, I don't think that's stupid. No, I don't think I was a silly little girl. I am sure I was in love. They don't make the dress I picked out anymore (pretty sure I wouldn't wear it if they did), and I don't really talk to the boy that much anymore. Probably because I was an ice queen B right before I moved. But we're still best friends. Best friends who used to be in love. And sometimes I think about it and wish things had turned out differently, but mostly I just feel sad that we don't talk. And that was my first love as far as "first loves" go. The story really is very cute.
Just as a side note, I have ruined every chance I've had at love and will probably pay for it for the rest of my life and become a dog lady. It's fine. I get how karma works.