My First True Love

When I think of my first true love so many adjectives come to mind: hilarious, loving, caring, chivalrous, charming, selfless, honest, reliable, generous, doting….. supportive. I never had to wonder or question what I meant to my first true love when I was with him. He always made me feel so special, so loved, and so wanted with his sweet words of encouragement and affectionate gestures. I never had to chase my first love for quality time because he was never to busy for me. He'd prepare special dinners (split pea soup and hot dogs--less than gourmet but no less special) for me despite being exhausted from a hard day of work. I never had to wonder if my first true love really loved me for he showed me daily with his actions: always making sure I had a few dollars in my pocket, not allowing anybody to mistreat/disrespect me, being my biggest cheerleader; my biggest fan.

My first true love was so giving and the amazing part about it is he never desired anything in return from me. He was perfectly content with pouring his everything--love, patience, time, care--into me without receiving anything in return. And the sad thing about it is, even if I tried a million times over, I'd never be able to fully reciprocate all that he gave back to him. I feel so blessed to have experienced this type of love; other loves have stepped up to the plate and tried, at best, to match my first true love experience. However, they've all fallen short and in come cases extremely short. Maybe they're right when they say.............".you only get one true love".

My first true love had a way of making others non-factors. He made a little brown girl from the East Side of Buffalo, NY feel like a Princess amongst the royals of royalty. How can this type of love ever be duplicated I wonder? My first true love wasn't just a man…………….he was a champion. My Champion!

Happy Father's Day to my First True Love--my Dad!