Being around family who cares about me and loves me and gave me the best childhood ever
My first love is my love for life and still is over 40 year and still love each other
My first memory of love is...
My first boyfriend. Probably wasn't love. It felt like it at the time. So pure. So happy. So naively 'in love'.
Oh, it was this girl called Samantha on my 2nd grade. She was the first one to hold my hand - which sent shivers running up and down my spine! :)
Myfirst memory of love; from. Guy, who I trust, who I cried to, and he took my pain, he eased it all, and he told me he loved me.. it was the first time I felt loved, and the first time I knew that I was in love..
My first experience of love ("memory" isn't quite the right word for me) was my first cat.
We ended up with a litter of kittens when I was 10, and one in particular followed me from room to room. My mother let me keep her - she wasn't the first family cat, but she was the first one that was /my/ cat. We loved each other very much, and I became an artist because of her. Anytime I tried out a new medium, she was the first model. I went through so much in my teens, and I was moving from house to house a lot, but she was always there with me.
During one of my moves, I couldn't have her with me for about two weeks, so she stayed at my father's home. She was very sweet, not a mean bone in her body, but she was so upset without me. She hid under his couch all that time, and she hissed and growled when he'd look under there to check on her (even though she enjoyed his company when I was previously living wth him). When I arrived to get her, I had barely set foot through the door and called her name before she was at my feet and begging to be cuddled.
She slept with me every night, usually curled up in my arms like a baby. She died a few years ago, when she was 11 and I was 21. She was really my best friend for over half my life then, and since I don't remember much from before I was 7, she was really there for all my life. Now I'm 25 and married with two cats (who only sleep at my feet), and I sleep with a teddy bear because it still doesn't feel right not to have something cradled in my arms.
My first boyfriend. It wasn't actual love but it was so pure and innocent like love. He broke up with me because of another girl and i was broken. And now 4 months later i realized that its all a part of life and i finally moved on.
my first/best memory was when i was in school and i met a girl, ended up lasting 4 years but the more i opend up about myself the more i pushed her away :(
very pleasant one given her last name is Pleasant, or it was, she might be married now. Long time ago, I was very young, so was she, it was in the winter.. we met on a school ski trip. The rest is history.
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