We constantly hear these great stories from our grandparents about how they met when they were teenagers. One of the best parts about having a first love is the passion that comes from the вЂњnew-nessвЂќ of it. You'll never get your 'happily ever after' ending. But almost all of the memories I conjure involve being curled up on a couch, laying on the quad on a warm summer's day or that look on her face at Blue Man Group. I'm sure my first love did things that made me want to scratch my eyes out at some point or another. That's why we create romantic views about how everything went down. No one wants to have a lame story about his or her first love. Everyone will constantly ask you who your first love is, where you met him or her and what it was like. The reason you feel so protective about your first love is because of his or her place in your story. There's nothing wrong with nostalgia as long as you keep a healthy perspective. It just depends on how removed you are from the situation. But, in fact, it might have read like a Stephen King novel. You'll think about the hope you had for the future, and they how deeply you believed love had no limits.Д®veryone wants to remember his or her first love like he or she is in a Nicholas Sparks story. You'll think about the way your first love made you feel, and the electricity he or she filled your body with. You'll think about the first kisses, the butterflies and the innocence that comes with having a first love. When you think about your first love, you will undoubtedly romanticize it. I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band It was about timing.ДЄs Jana Kramer sang, I got the first kiss and she'll get the last This shouldn't make any of your significant others jealous. For the rest of your life, your first love will always hold a small space in your heart. The вЂњpointвЂќ of love is to be vulnerable, to wear your heart on your sleeve and to give someone the power to utterly destroy you. But when they're bad, they can leave you asking, 'What's the point?вЂќ When they are good, relationships can remind us why we were put on this earth. Life hasn't beaten you down, and a previous lover hasn't disappointed you.

You first love is the purist form of love. Fair enough: It's all you have to measure against. Everyone only talks about his or her first.Д®veryone and everything will always be compared to your first love. Nobody talks about buying his or her second house, getting his or her second car or having sex with a second person. But my first love will always be special. In the end, we broke up when she left early for college. I snuck away to Maine вЂ“ although that's a story for another article вЂ“ for a secret visit, and she hid in my closet when my mom came home early. We traveled between cities for holidays and wrote letters the old-fashioned way. We told ourselves a cruel universe conspired to keep us apart, but that we'd fight through it.ДЇor over three years, we made it work. We both cried and swore that we'd stay in touch. When summer camp ended, our parents came and picked us up. We were inseparable for the rest of summer camp. It was this warm, happy, safe feeling I will never forget. I smiled at her, she smiled at me and I felt something I had never felt before. Later that night, as I walked through the quad, I heard a girl say, 'Are you ever going to talk to me, or are you going to keep staring?' She also thought that she was awkwardly staring at me, and was embarrassed.

I would later find out she couldn't hear me over the music. With about five minutes left before the show, I turned to her and said 'Hi, my name's Mike.' She looked at me, smiled and said nothing. I spent the first half of the show running through every witty thing I could possibly say. I was terrified, and I had no idea what to say. As the stars would have it, we ended up sitting next to each other at a performance of Blue Man Group. We were your quintessential awkward kids, so we were too nervous to approach one another. Over the next week or so, we saw each other across the quad, in the cafe and all over campus. Much like what happens in your typical rom-com, we caught each other's gaze for a split second, but smiled and said nothing. I was playing football in the mud, and she was sitting on a bench, cheering us all on. We saw each other not long after our parents moved us into our dorms. Puberty was beginning to take root, and our rose-colored lenses had not yet begun to fade away. We were young, awkward and inexperienced. Until I met my first love, I never understood what Tim McGraw was talking about when he said, вЂњThe memory of a first love never fades away.вЂќ

I remember my first love