I started dating when I was 15. It may seem like a young age to start, but when you’re in high school and your friends cancel weekend plans because their boyfriends are taking them to a bowling alley and dinner, you have to rethink your values. Luckily, my first boyfriend was the pick of the litter.
He attended our “rival” school, but it didn’t matter that he didn’t get to walk me to class. He was tall, incredibly adorable, kind, sweet, funny, and all the girls fawned over him. But he only had eyes for me.
It’s hard to imagine that at 15, someone could be so amorous and chivalrous. Every day after school, he would come by to my school and wait at the gate with me till the driver showed up. He would call every evening and we’d stay on the phone in silence while we did our homework. He took me out to dinners (at Applebee’s, but still!), bought me gifts, wrote me love letters, and let everyone know that I was his only girl. In a matter of weeks, I was head over heels in love, and so was he.
We broke up three months later, thanks to girls and guys who tried (and succeeded) to break us up. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. Though our relationship was short-lived we always had a “thing” for each other. This “thing” continued for more than 10 years; we have no hard feelings towards each other and we stay in touch every once in a while and catch up through texts.
After everything I’ve been through in the years following my first relationship/true love experience, I still think about him and about how he had set the bar so high for the guys I’d eventually date after him. Sometimes, (and it’s kind of sad to admit) I still cry over him and the way he loved me. My 15 year-old self had no idea that with every passing year of my young adulthood, dating in Kuwait would only become a bigger nightmare. Little did I know I’d be faced with a plethora of commitment-phobes, elitists, players, and mama’s boys along the way.
People who know of me and First Love usually ask why we don’t “give it another shot”. As much as I want to, I’m smarter than that – years have molded and hammered us into entirely different people, and knowing myself, I would dive into a re-relationship with him expecting him to treat me the way he did more than 10 years ago. Who wouldn’t?
Are you still in touch with your first love? Would you give it another shot if you were given the chance?