My first love was in the sixth grade with a boy named Kennith. I thought I would die if he ever stopped loving me, but I was too afraid to tell him I loved him too. He told the whole niegborhood how he felt about me & told them to tell me too. So someone was always yelling "Kennith loves you" at me. I was embrassed so I'd run away.
He lived in the house behind mine for a couple years until his parents moved.
The last time I saw him was the week before I got married. We ran into each other at the niegborhood store. The following year he died in a car accident. I regret never telling him how much he meant to me. and I offen wonder what would have become of us if we ever dated...
Posted by tyler8181
at 12:09 AM EDT