Anonymous
My first kiss

If kissing-catchers in nursery school counts, then my first kiss was with V. That was disappointing, because I was madly in love with R who refused ever to kiss me after that.

My real first kiss was with a boy called G. It was a week after I had my braces removed, when I was fifteen years old. Again, disappointing. Ending up with slobber on my face was not what I had envisioned, or even received when practicing on my hand. Yuk, yuk, yuk.

The first time I fell in love

The first time I fell in love (real love, not the kind in primary school with L),was with my first serious boyfriend

(M) when I was 18. I thought he was perfect for me.

The first time I told someone I loved him

The first time I told M that I loved him, he looked me in the eye like he was going to say it back, but instead told me that he had cheated on me the night before.

The first time someone told me they loved me

The first time someone told me that he loved me was during a fight about the fact that he had cheated on me. I suppose he thought that by saying it, I would miraculously forgive him.

The first time my heart was broken

The same night I told someone that I was in love with him.

The first time I loved who I was

I had a mini epiphany at the age of 22 and realised

I love who I am. It’s very sad that it is so late, but being cheated on constantly for three years will do that to a person.

The writer has since moved on, and is a happy-go-lucky person with a generally positive outlook on love and life.