Day 2: My First Love

I remember back in my kindergarten days I kissed some boy on the cheek.

Shortly after that all of the rest of the school children shunned me and told me I was bad. So.. pretty much I was traumatized of love until about the 4th grade.

I had plenty of crushes on plenty of very cute boys, but I can't really say that I ever had a childhood "love".

But, as fate would have it, love eventually catches up to even the best of us. I met a boy about two years back, he was tall and blond and had the biggest smile I have ever seen.

He gave me his jacket once. I wasn't even cold.

He called me princess all the time, and Miss Hannah, sometimes sweety.

One time I was sick and he let me hold onto his arm and he walked me to class, and waited until he knew I was going to be ok.

He let me use his fishing pole when mine wouldn't catch anything, and let me have his powerade because I didn't have anything to drink.

If I didn't talk to him for a week he'd ask me if I was still alive. He always made sure I knew he wasn't going to forget me.

We'd sit on his stairs and eat banana cream pie and talk about nothing in particular.

I guess there were a few times I was pretty mean to him. I don't really know why. But he always forgave me.

A couple months ago I had to say goodbye to him for a while though. Maybe even forever, who knows.

But when it's all said and done, he made me want to be a better person, and for that I can honsetly say that I really loved him. Still do.