I'll go with the first person that asked me to marry him.
I was 17. His name was Demetrius and I was as in love as a 17 year old could be. We went on dates, we hung out, we did nothing and it was all good. I met him a street over from where I grew up and I thought he was so cute. He kept staring at me and a friend at the time played the go between that eventually got us together.
He was the only guy that ever has given me a ring. It was supposedly an engagement ring and he let me pick it out.
Being pretty non-traditional, I chose a pearl one with diamonds on either side. I wore that ring with pride...til he cheated. I broke up with him and before it was over and done, I gave it back. I wanted no reminders.
Ooops! I might have just used up a story for another day. Oh well.
The love I'm feeling now though feels like the first time because it's deeper and stronger than anything I've ever felt. I don't know what the future holds, but I would be perfectly satisfied if this was "The One".
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I guess I'm out of the loop! You gotta boo? *folds arms*
I've only loved one person in my life, she was and still is very special to me.
....I like the idea of the pearl ring, nice.
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