I fell in love with a girl for the first time when I was twelve. I met her at a music camp. We sang together and joked around like 12 year olds do. I remember how her hair reached down her back and how I liked the smell of it. I loved how she used to touch me, and I remember when I kissed her for the first time. I told her that I loved her. But she didn’t feel the same… until I turned 16 and she came back for me. We fell in love once again, and we stayed by each others side for two years. I was the one who broke us up when we both turned 18. I think she still hates me for that.
The second girl I loved (and still love, very much) is my girlfriend Rebecca. The first night we spent together was on a couch. She used my arm as a pillow and I didn’t want to move it to wake her up so I stayed in the same position for five hours. Falling in love with her was like coming home, for real. I can never get tired of listening to her stories and thoughts and opinions. She has such a calm spirit, and at the same time she has the most colorful mind I’ve ever seen. If I am lucky enough, I will get to spend my life with her.