My first love;

My first love was in nineth grade. His name was Adrian…well, we’ll just stick to his first name. He is asian, chinese and filipino specifically, wears class, is random, confusing, and a good guy who is just himself. He’s a Christian, and pretty much follows his faith with no doubts really. From what I gathered anyway. We had ceramics together. He graduated in ‘08 from my school. A lot of his family went there too. Haha. He plays drums. Haha. I fell in love with him in nineth grade, and didn’t fully get over him ‘til I was going to be a junior, as in that summer before my junior year. We don’t really talk anymore, but I wish we did because he was nice to talk to and I like his perspective on things, and I miss that. But it’s okay. I just hope he’s happy because he really does deserve it, he really is a good person.

Adrian, wherever you are, I hope you’re okay. :]

My first kiss;

My first kiss was in seventh grade. It was with my second boyfriend, Matt. I don’t remember what day it was. I think we had only gone out for a week. I think. It was before I had to get on the bus to go home. He walked me to it, and asked if he could kiss me. I said yes. But I don’t remember him leaning in or me kissing back. Haha. I only remember him kissing me. Haha. Lame…yes.

What a great first kiss, yeah? XD