I am writing this as a somewhat journal / memoir / thoughts or story. This will be until I am in a somewhat committed relationship. Which for me poses a problem because I want to marry more than one women. As a pioneer of love I tell the details of some of my life.
I begin this after the touching and trying to figure out the bases. I had a young women in my life that had been there for a few years. My expertise at that age although tried was lacking. I used get touched by this chick all the time but she would not let me touch her. The awkwardness of caring for her or loving her. Then the shocking denial she would give if I would ask to date. We went through that until we were in our early teens.
When one day it happened. I had no real idea of what to do partly because of excitement and the other was shock. She finally let me kiss her.
I think of that day a lot. Feeling different about my age at that time in comparison to now. Years later I did not forget, until I am here now and have to let her go.
It is difficult to let some stuff go, but sometimes it is for the best. I loved her and thought of her everyday.
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