Oooooh...my first love? Like skipping on the playground holding hands love? or like I'm gonna marry you love? I'll go with my childhood one, since the first guy I wanted to marry, was the first guy I kissed and I think I write about that one day. So we'll wait on that awesome-ness.
First Love? His name was Mario. We were in second grade and we sat across from each other. We never held hands and skipped across the playground. We were more discreet with our love. Writing Love Letters during class, not paying attention to Mrs. Gooding. I don't remember what happened with him. In fact I don't remember anything about him after second grade. So that's my childhood love :)
Have a sunshiny day!
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