first love
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I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time we held hands, our first kiss, his gorgeous smile and the crazy sense of urgency to see each other the second we were apart. Life was good. It was simple. Our love was consuming. But he was my first love. So was it all real or is my memory of it all, giving it far greater credit than it deserves?

It comes to no surprise that romantic movies and novels have appealed to women all over the world for many years and perhaps more so in last decade, but why? What is it that makes us want Allie to leave her loving partner and go back to her first love Noah in the “notebook”, why do we all think about starting up dancing lessons the moment we finish watching “Dirty Dancing”, and why do we dream of rekindling romance with our first love in “the best of me”?

I think that one of those reasons is that the world has changed so significantly that relationships between people today, leaves a little something to be desired.

Life is just busy, often too busy; the thought of escaping and losing yourself in a romance movie is just what the doctor ordered.

Communication has somehow moved past writing love letters and poems; professing your love for someone means you are ‘putting it all on the line’ and so onto a text message with a heart eyed emoji it is. (In all fairness, a love poem straight off the bat would probably have me questioning a man’s sanity and have me running for the hills).

Ok, so maybe we can all agree that we doubt we will be forgetting our first love any time soon, but since it was our first love, was it actual love? Is it such a stretch to think that we might have found love so young and first time out of the gates running? As an adult, it’s easy to dismiss young love as just part of the process of growing up. By the time you’re an adult, you have more than likely experienced heart ache and can be pessimistic (others might say realistic), on what the chances are of two young teenagers staying together for the long haul.

So, is first love fact or fiction? I say fact. I can reflect back at to my experience, and even though I might be forgetting those inevitable arguments and devilish lows, the adrenaline rush of a first love clearly outweighed it all. Do you remember your first love?