My first love?
I’m not sure I’ve ever had one. I mean, sure, I’ve had people make my heart skip a beat or two, but I’m not sure Ryan Gosling or Mathew McConaughey really count.
To me, love is when you can’t breath when you’re around that person, when your knees buckle and you feel like the ground is slipping from under you just by the sight of their smile.
Love is when your heart literally aches and you feel like you can’t go on because they’re not around you, when you play a song that reminds you of them and cry tears of joy thinking about the memories you two have made.
Love is when you’re upset, and your love shows up with your favorite carton of ice cream and all the chick-flicks you could ever ask for. Love is when you find yourself praying for that person’s every desire and more.
Love is when you find yourself laughing at each other’s corny and seriously wacky jokes.
Call me cliche, but that’s love.
And until I drop my glass slipper at some magical ball and my prince charming shows up at my door to return it to its rightful owner, my true love hasn’t come yet.
But I’ll be waiting.
This is the story about my true love who hasn’t been lucky enough to meet me yet.