first love
Monday, September 7, 2009 at 3:41PM 
i was 16, naive, shy, and insecure. he was 18 confident, cocky and yes, arrogant. he had a laugh that could get anyone's attention and did. he was tall and good looking. he pushed every limit and boundary. he had that something and he knew it.
he stood me up for my junior prom because he "forgot" he had already said yes to someone else - forgot, really? he had a few female friends that he often chose over me and then the one girl that wouldn't go away - a family friend that everyone loved. bleck. he showed up to my senior prom in shorts (yes he changed before the dance) and he provoked my parents at every turn - all in the name of humor. humor to him. he didn't really love me the way i loved him until the end and by then i was over the drama. i didn't know what that meant but i knew i couldn't be with someone who didn't support me the way i needed to be supported.
clearly we were doomed at the start. to be honest i don't even remember the beginning, i think that would require some journal searching <i'll have to do that one day soon>. his parents never liked me, i was not one of *them* - you know, white. my skin tans quite nicely in the summer (or it did some many years ago) and well my ancestors were here before his...get the picture?
we struggled through many years of a relationship that was too intense for either of us. he says six years, i say eight. we parted company, i went my way, he went his. i never married <almost doesn't count> and he did. i never had kids, he did. he finally realized and came to grips with the madness of his family (sheesh, that took forever) and well, mine is as it always was, perfect <insert giggles - lots of giggles>. he would become a distant memory for many years until lately.
he would set the tone for so many of my relationships to come. i think i was harder because of him...less inclined to give in. less apt to let my feelings show. and then i did...ahhh, the pain and agony of relationships. <insert more giggles>.
he came back once before. i was involved with the person i thought i would marry <dodged that bullet> and i was really in love. i read a letter he wrote saying how we could still work it out. hmmm, i wonder now if i should have given that a bit more consideration? i remember thinking then, "i wonder if anything has changed?" but i did nothing to find out. instead i threw the letter in the trash and moved forward, into the light that was not the bright side of the tunnel but rather the head of an oncoming train, the break up from the fiance.
even after that horrific heart break i never turned back to the one person i thought i would always return to, him. instead i moved forward, took one hit after another and wondered quitely in the night, did i make the biggest mistake of my life.
i never asked about him. i never drove past any houses. i simply turned my back and walked away. and like i said, he showed up recently (virtually that is) and i thought to myself one last time...run don't walk.
one day i will listen to myself.
Lori Luna
Ahhhh, the joy of writing a blog. "HE" read it. And I got spanked. He thinks I am 'unfair' - that i was only telling one side and forgetting others. he is right - i am telling my side of the story.
i shall not be silenced and i will continue to tell my story, my way, in my voice.
p.s...he went on a rant and asked that i not post the comment - i shall honor his request.
first love, rcj, the beginning in the book 
