
My first boyfriend was in the 7th grade for a week, and he broke up with me in a note that he put in my locker...as a matter of fact I don't even consider him my first boyfriend. After we broke up a few guys have shown interest in me and I am really picky and turned them down. I have never really showed interest in anyone until...
My first actual boyfriend which I didn't have until I was a junior in high school. He was even my first kiss and my only kiss! We have been together for 2 years and 4 months on Feb 4th. I love him and get the butterflies when I am around him bla bla bla...you know all that lovey dovey stuff. The point is...I really do love him and I can't see myself being with any other person. We have had our ups and downs and we always seem to get through them together!
I guess the point I am trying to make here is life is not perfect I am sure we all have figured that out by now. But how come this aspect of my life seems to be? You grow up find your one true love and live happily ever after. I want this to be my reality more than anything in the world. But is this fairy tale just too good to be true?