First Love

Do you remember your first love? I bet you do and I bet some of you fools even married your first true love only to get divorced years and kids later. I remember my first true love, his name was Tony Giannola now if that isn’t Italian I don’t know what is, he had blackish brown hair, brown eyes and he was tall.

He used to put his leather jacket around my shoulders when I got cold, he was so damn romantic to, such an Aquarius in so many ways. We would sneak to see each other because I wasn’t allowed to date, like ever and we would walk in the rain holding hands, jumping into puddles spraying each other and making out under a tree to get shelter from the rain.

I sit here with a smile on my face remembering those days and how crazy, silly, in love I was with him. True to form of a male I caught him banging my best friend. Dumb bitch let her foot be scene from under the bed and I dragged her out and beat the shit out of her and slapped him a couple dozen of times and walked out.

I have loved only twice in my life, my first love and recently my last love, not my husband, o no we didn’t love reach other we just pro-created together. I fell in love with a man who I cannot describe to you because he is one of a kind, I’m not saying that’s good and I’m not saying that’s bad. All I can say is I will never love another man the way I love him, there I said it, feel better now, sweetie?