Descriptive Essay About First Love

My First love, Chad I have always loved love. I was very affectionate as a child. I gave everyone I knew great big hugs and kisses, told them that I loved them to the moon and back, and I made it my mission to make sure everyone was happy. Even now, through the many arduous, agonizing heartbreaks, I still have the yearning to love and to be loved. I think that was one of my many downfalls in life, or so I used to think. My first real love, what many would call “puppy love”, was the truest kind of love to me. It was one of the most exciting and exhilarating experiences I ever had! It was the summer of 2002. I was sixteen, and Chad was twenty-one. I will never forget the first time I laid my eyes on Chad. I was sitting in my big, soft comfortable bed, listening to the Back Street Boys and writing in my diary, when I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen. Naturally, I went out into the kitchen to be nosey, and investigate to see who it was. “This is my stepdaughter Cassie,” my stepfather said as he introduced me to Chad. Apparently, my stepfather had known Chad since Chad was a little boy and was very fond of him. I just stood there frozen,

It was not a typical heartbreak one who have with a breakup. No one had cheated, lied, or simply decide they did not want to be in a relationship anymore. I would never run into him in town, and have that awkward silence. I would never have to be jealous of seeing him with another girl. I would not have to wonder what I did wrong, or why I was not good enough. I wish wholeheartedly that it was just a break up and all of the typical things you go through in a break up would happen, because that would mean he was still here, and alive. That experience changed my life. I have always loved love, but I have grown an even greater appreciation for love and what love means. I now know to never take any one, or any day for