I got a boyfriend at age 14 ; the guy was 25. He was many years older than me. That time he already had a stable job as a Veterinarian. I met him in our city during his vacation in his uncle's house. At first I hate to see his face. He was not ugly, but that was the usual action of a young teenager having an older suitor, LOL. He personally introduced himself to me, hehehe and I was so shocked to know someone wanting to know my name and shake my hand. I was so terrified, yet I was so polite to accept his ordeal. That was the beginning of courtship. He sent me card every day, and called me through long distance call twice a week. My parents never knew about Mike's courtship, they will surely oppose the idea of having a relationship with an older guy. I felt so sorry for my parents for I accepted Mike's love after three years of courtship. We became lovers and that time I was already 18, still too young and Mike 29, hehehe.
I do not know if I was experimenting, but I fall for him after he showed the ways how a girl falls for a guy; he did triumph to have me his girlfriend. We were so happy and we sang together in phone singing our theme song “My Love Will See You Through.” We sometimes met once a year or once in every two years for 13 years. During his visit, we sat far apart, simply because my father was a military official and always guarding me. He never had a chance to hold my hand and kiss me. I also did not long for his kiss for I was so afraid. My parents were so strict and Mike never gave up.
My parents realized that I was big enough to protect myself, so in the next visit of Mike, we were allowed to sit in our waiting shed very near our stairs. The lights were so dim but we could still see each other's eyes clearly. My heart started to beat faster when Mike moved closer to me. I was so afraid for I never had other guy in my life. He was my first love and intended to die for it. Then Mike hold my hand and as fast as a thunder, he succeeded to kiss me in my lips. I saw his eyes upon my eyes, and then my father called me. I was so afraid that father might have seen Mike kissing me abruptly but shortly.
Then that evening, I was not able to sleep right away. I still felt the kiss of Mike. That was my first and last kiss with Mike for about 13 years in a relationship with him. We were about to marry that same year when he met an accident. His car was side swept by a ten wheeler and he died on the spot. I almost lost my breath when learned my love left me without coming back. I also wanted to die that moment with him, so painful and hard to accept the reality. With the help of my family and Mike's family, I was able to move on after three years in sorrow. Until this time, I cannot forget my first love and my first kiss. Our love ended in tragedy. From that time on, my heart was hard as a rock afraid to fall in love again. I been in pain for many years and I still feel my heart aching in dismay of love.