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My first love... I was 15 when I met her, we dated fow a while when we were 16. Then again when we were 18. Kids that age just can't handle serious emotions like that, I think. We never cheated on eachother, but we still hurt eachother a lot. For the most part, I blame myself.
She was bisexual when we met, or at least starting to realize that she was. I didn't react well to the idea of her being attracted to *anyone* else, gender aside, and I got jealous of the concept. I should have been there for her, and understood, but I was all about Me.
Anyhow, a year or so after we broke up, she decided she was a lesbian. That went well for her, for a while. So my first love was a lesbian... very odd feeling. Later, I gather she decided she was Bi, and is now dating a guy. Also a weird feeling... The lesbian thing meant I didn't have to think about *why* we didn't work out, much.
Anyhow, we still get along. We don't see eachother a lot, but when we do, we are friends. We've forgiven eachother, and gotten ver eachother. We were close enought that given time to heal the fucked-up parts, we still had a connection beneath it all. We went through a lot together, it just happens that what we went through was "us".
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