It was, as they say, puppy love. I was 18, he was 17. He had a Mustang. We barely kissed, we were so nervous around each other.
Every time I've fallen in love has been different, and some have been good experiences, and some have not. Currently I am in love with a wonderful man who loves me for who I am and makes me breakfast in bed on the weekends. He is priceless. My love for him puts the rest to shame, truly.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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