30 Years Later

Back when I was 13 I met a boy, 14, at camp. We really liked each other and dated (what we thought was dating at that age) on and off for a few years. I don’t remember what happened but we broke up and didn’t stay in contact and didn’t see each other in high school. Over the years I did always wonder where he was, what he was doing, etc. He was my first kiss and first love (that was it, too young for anything else). He was also the first and only one that I would do anything to get out of the house to see him, and yes, I lied to my parents to do it. But now 30 years later we ran into each other (on Facebook of all places) and decided to meet for a drink and get caught up on the last 30 years. Turns out there is still a spark and he very nicely asked if we could start dating again! We both had horrible relationships in the past (as adults). It’s like we were meant to have all this bad luck with other people and to meet up once again. It’s been going great and we are taking things slow. : )

Submitted by Tanya