So I used to think about the first boy I fell in love with constantly when we were dating. Like, oh, just wondering what he was doing. Who he was with. If I would see him soon. If he was thinking warm, fuzzy thoughts about me.
I'm betting he only thought of me if I was standing in front of his face. Or making out with him but maybe not even then.
Where did I come up with this you ask?
I now have a son the same age that I was when I was pining away for my first love.
I get to see the male perspective.
If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have wasted so much time.
Just sayin'.
No comments:
Post a Comment