Love of any kind is beautiful, but nothing beats your first. While I am my husband’s first love, romance came at a much earlier age for me, in the form of my elementary school boyfriend Mario. His were the first hands I held, the first lips I kissed, the first…well…some things are better kept private. We were very mature for our age!! While our tumultuous relationship was too toxic to make it through the third grade, it is one that I will never in my lengthy and altogether exquisite lifetime forget.
Although I am not sure where Mario has been in the last year, as his Instagram account is set to private and he has yet to accept my follow request (and I have been off Facebook for a partial social media cleanse, if you can believe it!), I know that last year he went to New Orleans, a city that I love and love imagining him in. I like to picture him in the French Quarter, looking as stunning as he did when we first met in a patch of grass outside the gymnasium. Ah, young love! Of course, my husband knows about Mario, as do my sons, and they all know that my infatuation with him will always come first. That’s just how I am! And how Mario is.
Who do you love (and always will) more than your current love?