WEEK 137 My First Love

Happy day my friends of #Weeken-experiences!, I have decided to share with you the story of my first love. For me a love as sweet and special, as the one I wish my daughters could live today.

His name is Jesus and the story of how I met him unleashed the wrath of one of my friends.

I studied in an all-girls school and across the street from this school was another all-boys school. By the end of the third year, we would take our end-of-term tests and go home. One day we were outside with my group of friends and one of them saw some boys passing by and it caught her attention. She calls out to them and they approach, among them Jesús Alberto Antía.

But it turns out that he didn't like her, he noticed me. There were no cell phones, so he could only wait for my classes to end and see me come out to say hello. That was the school boom, I had never had a boyfriend or dated anyone at Pio XII school.

I began to dated him and to see him in a different way, he was very tender and respectful. The day came when he proposed me to be his girlfriend with a chocolate that smelled like him and many chocolates. So I said yes, and I could not contain the joy in my body, I had the stuffed animal with me at school all day. And with the worry of being scolded at home, I was not allowed to have friends much less a boyfriend.

I had no choice but to ask a friend to keep the stuffed animal for me, it was hard to let go of my gift. I hugged it and smelled it a lot before giving it to her. Of course he gave me my expected kiss, sweet, just a brush of lips. I was embarrassed if he wanted to kiss me and my friends were there, so he always respected that part.

We went out when I could get away and Christmas came, and with that Christmas the first cell phones, I remember he called me because he missed me and I got really scared because the cell phone was my dad's, but luckily I had it in my hands more than he did.

That Christmas my friend was upset because he was looking at me and not at her, she made a whole plan to separate me from him, which unfortunately I fell for, she played with my self-esteem, telling me that I was not pretty, that he was not capable of falling in love with me, that it was only because she rejected him, and all kinds of things, I was insecure with myself, first time I was dating someone, and it was easier for me to believe that she was right. She managed to separate us, that hurt me a lot, but I never spoke to this supposed friend, she was only envious of me, and the worst thing is that my mom always told me not to trust her, and I did not listen to her.

Many years later we didn't keep trying, she tried to get us to go out again, but I had another relationship and we didn't give each other that opportunity. I don't know what would have become of us if we had made other choices, but believe me I am sure that what we felt was real and special for both of us.

He has his family and I have mine, in different cities and different directions. But it was a nice first love.

I hope to have another first love like this one.