When I was eleven, I met a boy. His name was Andrew. I didn’t talk to him very often, I think he hated me. When I was twelve, he talked to me a little over the internet. He told me he liked me. I thought nothing of it at the time, he was just another boy in my class. I forgot about that, and soon I turned thirteen. Andrew had had a few girlfriends, and he recently split up with the most recent one, Kelly. I didn’t understand why anyone would go out with him. About halfway through my seventh grade year, Andrew again told me he liked me. This time I thought twice; he was good at music, sweet, funny. Maybe he’d be worth it, but still, it was just Andrew. He started texting me, once a week, twice, soon it was everyday. I began to wonder what I would do about him. I didn’t like him, but I didn’t want him to like any other girl either. I decided to tell him I felt the same way about him, and it went fairly well. Soon we we’re having deep conversations every day, I could tell him anything, he wouldn’t judge me. Over that summer before eighth grade, I told him I wanted to go out with him, and we did. It wasn’t much different, as both of us were too nervous to ever go on an actual date together. Soon, his attention started to bore me. I wanted to be able to look at other guys and have a summer fling. I broke up with Andrew and didn’t look back. Eighth grade started, and I saw him again. After a few weeks, my feelings came back for him. I told my friend Jessica about this, and of course, Andrew found out. He asked me out, and I said yes. It was all sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies. Until the very next day when he broke up with me again because the spark just wasn’t there for him anymore. Suddenly, this was the worst pain I had ever felt, but I sucked it up and figured I would get over it. The next day he asked me to meet him at the lockers; he wanted to kiss me. I didn’t have the courage too. What boy would break my heart then have the nerve to still kiss me?! I guess Andrew was special. He asked me out again, and again, I said yes. It turned out to be a good thing. That spark was back. We were closer then ever. Our school took a trip to Washington DC together, and one night he texted me, he wanted to kiss on the boat we would be going on the next night. I was nervous, but I agreed. While we were eating dinner he looked at me, asked if I was going to chicken out, and winked. I promised I wouldn’t. He brought me to the deck of the boat, and turned me to face him. Too many people, I wimped out. I walked back inside and held his hand. God that felt good, the first time we’d touched. A slow song came on and he asked me too dance. Our bodies were pressed against each other, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as tight as I could. The song ended; we separated. A second later, my friend had pushed me and Andrew back together, and his lips were on mine. My first kiss. His first kiss. Yes. He sat next to me on the bus back to the hotel, we held hands, and talked about life. We did that every night for the rest of the trip. We talked every second we could. On the last day, we watched a movie about space, and we sat next to each other. I reached for his hand about halfway through. A little while later he whispered into my ear, “Wanna kiss?” and we did. My second kiss ever. It lasted about 3 seconds, a little longer than the first one. The trip soon had to end, and I didn’t get to see my love every second of the day anymore. We texted often though. Soon, I made the worst mistake. I had been at a party, and two other boys were dared to kiss me; I let them. It was stupid. I regret those moments so much. I told him, and I later found out he had cried when he saw that text. We went to the movies that day, and kissed three times. The next day at school, he wasn’t himself. Usually we could talk about anything, but today, he wouldn’t say a word to me. I apologized again, but it did no good. He told me we had to take a break. The rest of that day was terrible; the only thing that kept me from crying was my friend trying to make me laugh the whole time. After school he texted me, saying he was sorry for breaking it off. We got back together within five hours, but it wasn’t the same. Time would have to heal that. A few weeks later we went to the movies again, and he kissed me, using his tongue, multiple times. It was amazing. I was so in love with this boy, wen a few years ago I would have never imagined I could care for him. Two weeks later, we went to the movies again on a triple date; we sat alone. He grabbed my hand, and I couldn’t stop smiling. How in the world was I so lucky? The scene turned to one where the characters were in the ocean, kissing underwater. He looked at me and whispered, “come here”. We kissed for a while. A little later, we did the same. And once more, he leaned in. This time, he let go of my hand and put his arms around me. That was amazing, his arms around me, we kissed for minutes that felt like hours. It was amazing. As the movie was almost over, I felt him pull me in close again. His hands slid into my hair, and those few minutes were the best moments I think I’ve ever felt. I can tell Andrew anything. He doesn’t judge me, I don’t judge him. He is my everything, and I am so afraid to lose him. I never want our relationship to end. Sometimes, actually most of the time, he’ll say something and I won’t be able to stop smiling. We text right before we go to bed. His sweet I love you messages are the last thing I read before I fall asleep each night. I don’t ever want to loose Andrew, but I know when we graduate it will be hard. But for now, he’s Andrew, my first love, first kiss, and only love.

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