My world has been flipped upside down in just over a month.
I remember in college I was assigned a short paper about my first love. I had never had one. I had a friend at the time I thought was my first love. Looking back now, it wasn't love.
However I believe I now know what love is. My first love... I want to do that assignment now.
Up on hearing this assignment Einstein's quote about first love flashed in my mind "How on earth are you going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?" Many people define their first as "one person who is and always will be the first person you truly fell in love with." Once we start to show interest to the persons of the other sex and a little later instinctively choose our first love. The relationships between two sexes will interest and trouble us during all our future life but these first steps are always the most difficult and for some of us turn to be very painful. Teenager has a growing and changing body that he/she hasn't started to understand yet and a delicate soul which is so easy to hurt. Adults very often don’t take this first affection for serious, they may laugh at it, preach, tell their children that they are too young to really feel anything, that his or her object isn't a good pair for him or her, they may try obey them stop seeing their boy/girlfriend. This is all very wrong. No one can stop anybody from falling in love especially when it’s so beckoning with the novelty. Wise adults can only try to support their young comrade to pass this complicated with the least wounds and hurt.
I however did not have a parent telling me about their first loves. I know of their first loves but not from them. I fell in love with my best friend's best friend. I know everyone's wanting to now know if he had feelings for her. My only reply to that is if yes he should have went for her instead of her cousin. We were never really friends throughout college. I got to know about her more towards the years at Vandy. I had heard my best friend Steve talk about his her and of course Edwin, her best friend and my roommate. And some things had me very intrigued. And when I seen her picture I couldn't stop staring at her eyes. Unlike everyone else in our Frat house I manage to look above her waist and at her face. He talked about how she loves kids and lives in the country. The last part he thought was kind of a negative about her. He is from the country too but was/is tired of it and doesn't want to live in the country anymore than he has to live in it. I loved it. Nashville is a flashy country city but its still flashy. I come from a small country town in the mountains with horses and pigs and that sounded like heaven to me.
So one day he left his screen up while talking to her and I stopped by to say hey and say when he would be back. My best friend wasn't fooled he knew I had it bad. But what surprised me was that he was okay with me liking her because he said he knew that she was great. He delivered the bad news though. She never went out with any guys. There was only problem with that. I wanted her. But then school was starting to get harder and yet my mind was far from the blonde with blues eyes that lived in Alabama. I really wanted to give up and just move on. I threw myself into school and family but keeping her in the back of my mind. She would surface every once in a while like when she would come to see Edwin play baseball or play at the bar.
Even when I graduated I felt like something was missing but I figured it was just being done with school for the time being. When I would be catching up with Edwin all I wanted to know was that she was alright. When April 27th 2011 tornadoes hit west Alabama I had to know if she was. I was calling Edwin who assured me he was ok. At first I was like what the heck. Then I realized that I had it bad for a girl who had barely said over 20 sentences to me. I finally got around to later in the conversation asked him about his best friend who lived in west Alabama and went to the University of Alabama. He said she was fine but her dad had been hurt by the one that destroyed Tuscaloosa. I told him that I would be praying. My mind hadn't been thinking about between my grandma dying and my brother being killed and leaving me with custody of his daughter.
Then my world was shook just over a month ago. A friend I had made during my years at Vanderbilt called me and asked me did I still like the blue eyed blonde from Alabama. My head stopped, my heart quickened and my palms sweated. I told my friend real quick that I never had feelings for the blue eyed bombshell. My friend snorted. My friend well she knows everything. She will have your background history in two hours of saying hi to you. She told me that the blonde eyed bombshell was once again living in Alabama and was with a douche bag and that they were about on the rocks.
Sure enough not even a week later my friend called me late one night and told me to swoop. That the guy had dumped the blue eyed blonde. My cousin called me knowing more details and knowing the girl herself. I didn't want to be the fall back guy so I planned it carefully and became the girl's friend again and then after planning that I would go on the trip with her with my daughter things changed.
So after 6 years of waiting I finally have what I have wanted. A girl that has beauty, smart as fox, and caring as a mom with a newborn. She makes me laugh harder than I have in 3 years. She has made me come alive again.
As for why I fell for her, well, she was something I couldn't have and had never had before in my life. She was perfect to me. I found myself doing crazy things, even though I do crazy things but this was so much worse. I was singing and dancing to the most random and scandalous songs to just make her smile not even laugh. And we have many things in common and a many differences to balance us out. And we are a good fit. She is unlike any other girl you could know. But now the greatest thing about her is that she is mine first love.
This girl is Hunter Collins.
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