Do you remember what it was like, being in high school?
The insecurity, the lack of confidence, the self-assured ignorance, the hormones, the gossip, the jealousy, the flaky friends, the obsession with popularity.
Oh, and the firsts. You can’t forget all of those first times for everything in high school. First time driving, first time sneaking out of my parents house, first time giving a guy blue balls, first time kissing until my lips hurt, first time giving a blow job, first time having sex, first time having sex in the back of my car, first time falling in love, first time heartbreak.
For some reason, I always think back to that first time with Jordan. He was so sweet, and we were so innocent, so ignorant. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was the first time I had ever experienced another person touching my body, caressing my skin, desiring each other so fully that we would have done anything to just have each other. In those moments, our concept of the world went no further than each other. We had everything we needed in each other. We thought it would last forever. But that was part of the beauty, part of the appeal, part of the magic of those first times. We were under a spell, cast by a limited understanding of the way love and relationships work. Read more »