Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Journal Journey: My First Love

Today is a continuation from yesterday's Journal Journey. Eric's mom finally instituted a 20-minute time limit to our phone calls. Guess she didn't know I was a talker, tee hee. At least they were local calls, right?

Anyway, to bring you up to speed, I was 15 1/2 and not allowed to date yet. Eric was 16, almost 17. He and I came up with a plan. Eric had an older brother; I had an older sister. We set them up and they became boyfriend and girlfriend like right after their first date. Woo-Hoo! Many times our scheming involved Eric and I "tagging along" with them places. (By the way, how was that NOT dating? hehehe)

My sister and her beau sometimes had a little teensy problem keeping curfew. I think this might be one reason my mom would let me tag along. Perhaps she thought my sister would have a better chance of getting home on time if I went too???

Sunday June 11, 1989

During church [Eric & I and our two siblings] made a plan to hang out at Eric's house after a youth fireside. Rachel G. wanted to stick around too. So we all played HORSE in the driveway. Of course Rachel is into basketball and won. I didn't really even pay attention to the game. Mostly, Eric and I just held hands and talked. Soon, Rachel had to go home, so my sister and her boyfriend said they would drive her. Eric and I stayed behind. We talked a lot about our goals and our future. I told him how our friends said we'll probably end up marrying each other. He said he wanted enough kids to form two basketball teams. We both want lots of kids.

After a while, [they] were still not back and Rachel only lives a few minutes away. Soon, Eric's dad came outside. He asked where they were. We told them that they went to take Rachel home. Eric's dad said it was ok for him to wait outside with me until my sister came back to get me. Well, I don't know how much time had passed, but it started to get a little windy and chilly and of course dark out. We didn't want to go in the house, cuz his parents and little brothers already went to bed. So, we decided to sit inside the Suburban in the garage.

Then we heard the door from the house to the garage open. It was Eric's dad again. We didn't want to be caught in the suburban, cuz we didn't want his dad to know we had been kissing. So, we ducked down. I was nervous, cuz his dad walked right next to the car and was standing right outside the window! I was sure he saw us. I tried not to make a sound. Finally he went back in. We started giggling. Thankfully my sister got back a few minutes later.

Friday June 23, 1989

Today Eric and I talked on the phone. We shared a lot of our thoughts and feelings with each other. It was really neat. I have never met a guy like Eric before. We told each other how we felt about one another. He told me he loved me. Other guys have told me that, but it was different. They just wanted to kiss or something. And I never told those guys I loved them back. With Eric it is different. I know he meant it because of the way he said it. He makes me feel that I am special to him and that I matter. I feel the same way about him. I feel that I am in love with him. I told him I loved him too. It is the first time I have said that to any guy.

Funny now to think that at 15 I could have been in love with someone. But Eric was my first love. I loved him as much as any 15 year old possibly could love another. A first love is so paramount; at least for me it was. No other guy could hold a candle to Eric in my eyes. Truthfully speaking, Eric has always had a piece of my heart. I don't think one ever truly gets over his or her first love, do you?

Once again, stay tuned tomorrow for the final "chapter" of my first love...

10 comments:

Ronnica said...

You wrote well for a 15yo in her journal! I think I'd be embarrassed to share what classified as "writing" in my journal, back then or even now!

Cassie the Sassie Lassie said...

I agree with Ronnica. I would be VERY embarrassed about anything I wrote when I was fifteen (which was that long ago, come to think of it!)

That's very exciting.

Puphigirl said...

I honestly can't tell you why we took so long getting back from Rachel's house. I'll have to look in my journal and see if I recorded anything about that night.

Susie said...

I am still friends with my first love and everyone thinks that's weird. But,we were so young that he feels more like brother now.

The Blonde Duck said...

Oh man. The first love didn't last did it?

Sigh.

Ruthykins said...

i wish i had been more aware of what you all were doing as teenagers. i was probably sleeping when you came home everynight and missed all the drama. i wish you would have told me stories like this when i was young. very juicy!

ann said...

love it keep it coming i'm having a great laugh!

great journel keeping!!

purplehaze said...

I agree I think there is something about that first love, maybe only because it was the first time to have those feelings. cute story. I wonder what nursemom thinks?

RhondaLue said...

I think i tore up and threw away my journal because I didn't want anyone to read it. It was ALLLLl about boys. Who I met at the church dances, who the cutest was, how many times I danced, how excited I was for the NEXT one, etc!

HA HA about kissing in the burban and the dad walking right by the window! I can picture it and the feelings that come with it! lol Keep going Emma-more, more, MORE!

lilianril said...

I think you can definately get over your first love, if he turns out to be a *#$&! Of course in that case, maybe it was just lust to begin with. Questions to ponder...