Free At Last The Struggle to Be Good Enough

Now let me tell you all about First Love. First Love was different, tender, and sincere. Sure I had other short encounters with boys, but this one stood out for many reasons. He came to the window and asked to talk to me, I looked over and looked deep into his eyes, they were so deep. I was mesmerized as I sat there wiping my tears from my face. Should I allow this person into my pain? He doesn't know me, and what would he think? It seemed like the world stopped as he looked at me through the window. I reached over and let him in the truck.