My First Love -
Parti
I never thought it was possible
to feel this good. Do I deserve it?
Am I worthy, of this... this excel
lent experience? Yeah, I think so.
It’s all mine. She’s all mine. From
head to toe- and everything in
between- all mine. I don’t have to
share. I’m not going to share. I’ve
had a girl or two in my time but
none like this. No sir! If you could
only imagine. If you could only
feel the feeling I feel when I’m
with her. Well, sorry to say you’re
not going to, she’s for me. And
just the same, I’m for her. She told
me so*
It’s hard to believe that we’ve
been together this long. It seems
that every time we see each other,
which is everyday, I learn some
thing new about her. After two
years... two great years... every
time I see her or hear her voice, I
find somethir ne> somethit
unexpected, something real, that
reminds me why I love her so
much. Yeah, we have our differ
ences. Who doesn’t? All I know is
that when we do have our little
skirmishes I hate it. Every minute.
I always ask myself why. Why do
we argue? I don’t know. We just
do. It’s healthy though, from what
l‘m told. Things can’t be too
perfect. It would be boring if it all
was too perfect. Well, this is pretty
damn close to perfect. The best
thing about our disagreements is
the making up part, if you know
what I mean. Wink.
I remember the one time we got
into a little debate about our past
relationships. What started it was
when I came to see her a work
and she was sitting at a booth
with some other dude. It didn’t
really bother me or anything, I
don’t get jealous too often. This
was when she was workin’ down
at the Springfield diner, waiting
iow, I walked in just to
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say hi, a little surprise ya’ know,
and there she was sittin’ with
some dude talkin’ up a storm.
Laughin’ and smilin’ and exchang
ing little touchy- feelies. It didn’t
bother me though, I just figured it
was an old friend or something.
This was about three months after
we met so you’ll have to excuse
me if I can’t remember every
detail- it’s been a long time. Like I
was sayin’, I was in a bit of a hurry
‘cause I was just stoppin’ by on
my way to work. Well, she intro
duced us. Brad. What kinda’
name is that? Brad. He was her
“high school sweetheart.” Who
cares. Football team captain too.
Who cares. She’s mine now- you
blew it pal. I don’t have any prob
lems with that. I’m mature, ya.
know. Well, that night when she
came over to my townhouse she
tried tellin’ me about this and that.
About how seeing Brad stirred up
some kinda “feelings” or
somethin’. Well, that’s a bunch of
bull shit if you ask me. She told
me. She told me that I was differ
ent. That I made her comfortable.
Now she tells me that we could
still be friends and blah, blah,
blah, but she doesn’t think that it
would be fair to be involved with
someone if she still has feelings of
some sort for someone else. That
ain’t right. Is it? No, I didn’t think
so. She had to be joking. She’s
mine! All mine! No one else’s. She
told me so. She says it’s not fair to
her... what about me? I’m in this
too. We’re in this together. And I
say that there will be no parting of
any kind, under no circumstances.
No god damn questions asked. At
the time she didn’t really go for
that. She wasn’t into me “trying to
tell her what to do.” Sorry, it
doesn’t work that way. It’s not that
simple.
Part 2 will appear
in the next issue