first love

Harry Reid credited his wife Landra for all of his successes, quoting Benjamin Disraeli to say the magic of first love is forever, and it's true for him.
My son has a crush. Last night at the kitchen table he worked diligently on a poem he is writing for his intended. He has added a tune. Libretto and composition. I'm impressed. He is my own little Verdi. His vibrato is a little forced but he'll get there.
It is endearing and charming and perfectly innocent. I am thoroughly smitten and reliving my childhood all over again through the heart of my daughter and her first love. Time will tell how long this affection will last. But one thing I know for sure -- she'll never forget her first love.
In the tenth grade, I met Sarah. In a matter of weeks we became best friends. We met every day in the public library to study. We talked on the phone for hours every night. One night while we were talking, I told Sarah that I loved her.
When Michael Coulter left Flint, Michigan, and went to college, he "met more gay people in one hour" than he had in his entire life. But there was one who caught his eye, and that boy would become his first love. As the school year continued, Michael's feelings only grew stronger, and with summer break approaching, he felt like he was ready to share his feelings.
New words, written diagonally on scraps of paper to Look Up and Remember, tucked in notebooks, library books, surrounding
Our first love may not be our last love. But it's forever etched in our hearts. It's the reminder of the finest part of ourselves as we found unity with another. It's the template we seek to revisit.
A lot of times these first love relationships hit fast and furious, but when high school ends, many of these connections also come to an end, not by choice, or because they are unhappy, but rather because of practicality. As a result, the longing for the opportunity to maintain the relationship can live on.
Stories didn't have to be true or entertaining. The real beauty was achieving both. How wonderful to elicit the same reaction of joy, of horror, delight or incredulity, but everything had actually happened.