I have been off and on with my first love for 20 years now. We met at the tender age of 13. We have fell in and out of love a thousand times.
Our love was forbidden since day one. At 17 years old, I ran away from home to be with him. This decision changed my life and still haunts me til this day. We moved in together as if we were mature enough to maintain a house and relationship. Fairytales are so romantic. My mom hated him for taking away her daughter, or so she claimed. A month after taking the biggest leap of faith, my first love, we’ll just call him Marcus, got arrested and received two years prison time. I was so devastated.
I didn’t move out of our home we shared together, right away because I wasn’t ready to let go of what we shared for so many years. His mother and sister moved in with me in order to keep me company and of course an eye out, so that I wouldn’t cheat. That didn’t work! At 17 years old, I don’t think anyone would wait 2 years without some sort of companionship.
Me and Marcus’s sister began hanging at the tattoo shop with other teens. That’s where we got our very first tattoos. My mother in law was a bit upset but eventually, she understood. While hanging in the tattoo shop almost daily, I began to catch feelings for Tyreek. Tyreek was the total opposite of Marcus. This guy was mysterious, tall, exotic and adventurous. I still can’t believe I allowed him to put a tattoo of his choice on me. It came out cute though. Ty was fine and all but the relationship never got physical. He was just fun to be around.
One day me and Marcus’s sister was hanging sitting on the front porch when a girl walked up to her and they began talking. Turns out the girls name is was April and she immediately let it be known that she had slept with Marcus, while we were together. I wasn’t surprised because Marcus had cheated on me a few times, so she wasn’t anything special. I actually laughed at how the immature girl came at me so boldly. Although I did not let the confession bother me, I decided right then and there that, I was going to have a little fun of my own.
Walking down the street in my skin-tight jeans and backless red blouse, I was determined to catch a few eyes on my way. It worked because Lewis almost wrecked his car while watching me. It was so hilarious. That day, Lewis told his sister, he had to have me! Lewis was actually a grown man, 25 to be exact. I thought I was ready for a grown man but little did I know, my life would take me on a journey that would change me forever.
I was invited to Lewis’s house by his sister. They lived together, along with their other brother, Bookie. Lewis cooked dinner for me that night. The food was amazing. Lewis asked me to come into his room for a private conversation. We began to talk and eventually kissed. The kiss lead to us making love. It was magical. This man had made love to me like a scene right out of a movie. I had never felt like that before. From that point on, we were inseparable. The clouds were literally underneath my fee. To be continued….
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