First Loves

Highschool is full of many experiences, happy and sad. I probably had the stereotypical story. Highschool athlete, hot highschool boyfriend, popular (or at least in my head I was).

I remember sitting at a basketball game and girls were swooning over a 8th grader. I was not impressed and thought meh. We will call him John Doe for privacy. John was cute but I didn’t see the hype. I think I struck up a conversation with him because one of my friends liked him. We started to chat and something connected between us.

I had a sleepover with a friend and we were up in my room playing video games, when we started talking about boys. She asked if I liked anybody and the first person who popped in my head was…you guessed it…John. She picked up the landline corded phone in my room and dialed his number. I was so embarrassed and in shock. She began to talk and ask him questions. She asked if he liked anybody and he said yes. I could feel the knots in my stomach and it was gut wrenching. She was able to get the girl he liked out of him and it was me. “Funny coincendence we are together.” She handed me the phone and that was the end of that.

John and I talked for hours and really connected. Being in 9th grade and him in 8th grade we decided immediately we were boyfriend and girlfriend. People couldn’t understand why he would like me. I was by far the DUFF of my time. How could I pull one of the cutest guys in our town and school? We were at different schools and would write letters to one another and pass them through gym class and pray and hope they would meet one another. I still have a box of the notes. Times were so much simpler and easier without cell phones.

John and I dated all through highschool. We had our issues and we would break up and get back together. We were teens in love. I want to say we made it, but unfortunately first loves aren’t true loves.

John did introduce to church. I mean I went to church some with my grandparents and mom, but not often. Church wasn’t forced on me and I appreciate that. John’s family was active in church and I did go with him alot. I joined the youth group and participated in volunteer things through the church. This experience has made me want to get my kids involved sooner than later. I don’t want to force it, but I want them to understand and know God. I want them to actively want to be involved.

I think every incident happens for a reason and people come into your life with a purpose. I think John’s purpose was church and to show me that life isn’t over just because you lose somebody you loved. He was a big part of my life and we had first experiences together that nobody can ever replace. Do I think of how different life would had been, sure? Do I regret the path I have taken, nope! I love my husband and have three kids from him that wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t gone down the path God had planned.

This post is for the people who think that life is over after a break up. It is not, you will move on and you will be ok. Not everybody is meant to marry their highschool sweet heart and that is ok. Lessons are made and life continues. Have you dealt with a break up you just didn’t think you could get past? Are you ok now?