First Love (of course!)...what they meant/mean to you...
I can't listen to Adore without thinking of SB. They go hand in hand. He really was my first love. We grew up together and honestly, I followed him around until it was no longer cute to do so. Once we stopped "playing"...we began something else...
I lost my virginity early. I was 13 and he was 16. Not the ideal age to begin exploring sex...but it happened. I don't regret him though. Even though, I know there was some juvenile insecurities involved behind his reasoning for not wanting people to know we were sexing...I'm still grateful that I gave myself to someone who basically cared for me. I blame his "shame" on youthful pride and caring way too much about what his friends would think (even though at one time or another they all tried to get some). I didn't have to worry about my name being dragged through the bowels of the projects' halls..."Kali's a slut..." or some shit like that. He remained my one and only until I was 20yrs old...and I'm proud of that.
He and I are still cool. He's on my Facebook page, has my number and from time to time we talk or text. He's never gonna be my "brother" again...but, he's always gonna be my boo.
Oh...he never DID give me back my Prince cassette. LOL
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik