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.
I've unwittingly discounted so many lovely sentiments over the years. I brushed them off. Such a disservice, as one wise
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.
Before my husband was on The Real World, we met in a realer world: the closet.
There are some relationships that don't really have a name. Like the third cousin who's actually more like a sister since your great grandmother raised her mother and you live next door to each other on the Upper West Side. Or the very nice couple whose equally nice daughter has been dating your son for two years. Ours was that kind of relationship.
So there I was 16 -- going on 17 -- looking for someone to take care of me, when all of a sudden I met Rolph.
The one thing she wanted was for him to change his mind and that was the one thing I could not give her, or make him do, or fix for her.
It was only when my second love came along that I started to realize how much better love is when you truly know yourself.
As I reflect on that innocent horseback ride with Paul, I see it now as a time when my natural, God-given sexuality was beginning to take shape. I cherish the memory of that time with my young friend. Unfortunately I was robbed of the joy of being able to celebrate my coming of age.
He said that all he does is study and he did not laugh at any of my jokes. I asked him what his deal breaker was. "People who make a joke out of everything." I looked down at my own notecard, on which I had scrawled, "People who take life too seriously. And mouth breathers."
I used to think that being in love meant you'd do everything possible to claim another person as your own and that seeing them with other people was supposed to make you a walking disaster.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone that you shouldn't have? We've all been there, right? And now, thanks to Bloomsbury's new If Only line of young adult romances, you can relive that feeling just in time for the summer reading season
When we finally kissed on the back porch where I used to eat cherry Popsicles as a kid and the leap year moon was full, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.