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I still think about mine, after all these years. His name is Ray Eugene Roberts. I was 16, young I know.
The kisses we shared were so sweet and warm. Soft and moist, not too hard at all. The heat and the passion with him was so pure and magical. We had an almost spiritual connection, a closeness that we both knew was special.
My heart would almost beat out of my chest when I saw him or got near him. To leave him or watch him walk away wasn't sad, it was exciting.
He was almost 3 years older than me. He was tall and very good looking, the bad boy of sorts where I lived at that time. Not a BAD boy, just brave and nervy with that kind of Marlon Brando, James Dean style. He was 6'4" and I was 5'2 1/2", mutt and Jeff. It broke my heart when I had to move away. He found where we moved and came to see me about a year later and asked me to run away with him and get married. Of course I didn't. I wonder sometimes if it would have worked.
I think of him quite regularly. He was definately my first love. We never went any further than kissing and touching. I never felt that kind of passion again with any other man. That's kinda sad in a way.
I just have to wonder...
Kat