I didn't have my first kiss until I was 19 with my first ex. Looking back on it, it wasn't anything memorable. There were no fireworks or "sparks". It just happened. When we were together, I really thought he was my first love. I was dead wrong. I was in love with the fact that I finally had a boyfriend. Then there's Alex. He's the only man I've kissed where I've felt fireworks, sparks, seen stars...Whatever you want to call it, I felt it the first time we kissed. I'm getting chills just thinking about it.
We've been together for a year and a half, and I still get goosebumps when we kiss. I know he's my first love. I can't really explain it. I just love him. Even when he pisses me off to end, I don't regret marrying him or giving him that chance to show me he's a good guy. He drives me nuts, but in a good way. I'd do anything for him, and he means the world to me. I hate to sound so cheesy, but I really did marry the man of my dreams.