My FIRST Love

My first love was this guy named Jason Smith, he was 14 and I was 11. I was so pump because I was the only 6th grader (out of my friends) with a high school boyfriend. Jason was tall with pretty hair (that's back when light skin boys were in) and had a smile that made your heart stop beating. We use to play basketball together, ride bikes and even play " hide and go freak", he even gave me my first kiss in the alley behind my house.Those were the days.To me Jason was the best thing since sliced bread, it could get no better than being with him, but I have no clue what I meant to Jason because I was a secret. None of his friends nor his parents knew about me and neither my parents about him but all of my little girlfriends knew.Boy did I love some JasonI am not sure how long we dated but I do remember I would get home from school around 3 and Jason would be walking home from school about that time too. I came home one day and waited for Jason to walk up the street, but he never came. A couple hours later I saw it, he was coming out of my supposed friends house who lived across the street. He never looked my way and I never said a word. I was crushed! Jason told me a couple of days later that he and her were dating and he needed someone on his level, someone in high school that could do more things that I could. I cryed for what seemed like yrs.He was my first love! So I Thought!God (Our Creator) knew us before we were formed and knew what was to become of our lives and yet He still loved us and let us live. The truth is, My FIRST Love never broke my heart or even made me cry. He loved me regaurdless and never left my side. He sent His Son to go through pain for me so that I would never have to endore what I took myself through. His Son died for me. U see in all actually, Jason had nothing on My First Love and he could never compare to the love My First Love is still showing me everyday of my life.