It's only been a year since I fell in love with this song. So much has changed since then. There were no kisses before this song; there have been so many since, so many for a girl like me.
Smelly Kelly. He was my first love. My first kiss--my least favorite, he just wasn't that good, I later learned, after experiencing others.
I guess he wasn't really my first love. Nathan was my first. Frodo Nathan. I stared at him for four long years before he even looked in my direction. The tables turned with him. When he left for his mission I was so in love. When he returned from his mission I so was not. He was my first kiss. I don't count it. We were in a pool, I was in his short arms and I didn't even see it coming. I pulled back, I told him to stop; I didn't want to kiss until I was engaged.
Right after Nathan there was Lone Star James. James flew all the way from Texas to meet me. We had never met. I knew he was a nice guy because his brother's wife was my Dad's cousin. He is a nice guy. I just couldn't make it work. He was decidedly not attractive and socially inept--even though he was 26.
James sent me packages. I was the phone call he made when was allowed to call while in Afghanistan. James flew to see me while on leave.
(I don't have a pic of James, he must've deleted his Facebook or something. I also don't have one of Kelly (he's in the next post), he's kinda funky looking anyway.)
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