– Written by Kate
Looking back at my first kiss, I realized that it was scandalous. I was 13 years old, and I was “dating” someone. Really though, what does dating mean at 13? It’s not like we could really go anywhere by ourselves. Anyway, my boyfriend was out of town for a few weeks at camp. I had been spending a lot of time with my boyfriend’s best friend, Josh. Josh and I became good friends, and when my boyfriend went to camp, it was nice to have someone to hang out with. Since Josh and I were spending so much time together, we developed feelings for each other. I ended up kissing Josh (and more than once) while my boyfriend was away at camp. To make matters worse, I ended up being the catalyst that dissolved the friendship between my boyfriend and Josh. After that summer, they never spoke again.
I consider my husband to be my first love. I thought that I was in love in the relationship prior to my husband, but looking back on it now I realize that I didn’t love that guy. I loved the idea of him, but I didn’t love him. When I met my husband I instantly knew that he was “the one.” It was terrifying! I was so young, and I had no idea if/how it was going to work out. My husband and I don’t make sense on paper, and we definitely didn’t make sense when we first met. Yet, everything worked out. Here we are 13 1/2 years later, and he’s still the love of my life!