It was the winter of 1983, I was in grade 8 and he was in high school. He was my first love.
I still remember that very first kiss, (it was my first one!) under a tree, in front of the big white Church. It was thrilling and kind of gross all at the same time – but my heart felt like it was going to explode. I knew, at that moment, he was the one. We were destined to be together forever.
And then he dumped me.