My First Dance

I remember my first dance with a boy like it was yesterday. Homecoming this year was the first time I ever actually danced with a guy. Dancing with the guy I was with at the time was great. He was sweet and respectful. We swayed back a forth to the slow songs. I was too self-conscious to dance with him to the fast songs, so I didn't. I knew it disappointed him. I hated disappointing him, but I didn't feel comfortable dancing to the fast music.
That night will always have a special meaning to me. The guy I was with that night was my first kiss too, but that is a story for another time. Later that same year he would be the first guy to break my heart. He said so many hurtful things, but I knew that would happen. In high school, no relationship will last forever. It didn't make the hurt any less.
I had actually let myself believe that he and I might actually make it through everything, but that wasn't the case. Eventually we spllit up which was fine.
Moving on was difficult because the memories of the first kiss and the first dance haunted my thought. Everything was fine eventually. My friends let me talk to them about everything. I confessed everything he and I ever did to my parents. They told me they understood and that is when I understood that their love for me, their child, was the only unconditinal love I would experience for right now.