Nov 5, 2018
My Bubby
I was 15 when I met my first love. His name was Jonathon and we met because my best friend was talking to him, but when he became interested she got bored. He came to me in hopes of answers.
We decided to meet at the library behind my house. After texting and calling for weeks, we just had to meet. I trusted him already. I was walking up and down the aisles of the romance section because it offered the most privacy. I was nervous, kept looking at my phone. So I walked on down the aisle and two hands wrapped around my waist and twisted me in such a hush way it stole a breath. He returned it when he whispered “shhh...”, lifted my chin, and kissed me with the softest lips I have ever touched. I was 15 and absolutely smitten.
