My first love
I am having a tough time with these prompts. I guess I should have looked at them more closely before taking the plunge, or maybe as I sit to write I'm just realizing there are some things better left alone.
Here is what I am willing to share. The first boy I truly loved was named Matt. We met on my first day of 7th grade, and each of us was different from the crowd in our own ways. I "went out with" or dated Matt off and on up until the day I started getting serious with my first husband. When I told Matt, at age 22, that I was going to marry Brian, he asked me to marry him. Right then and there he was ready to get a marriage license. When I said no, a friendship that spanned half my life was ended.