A first love is a special love and in many ways one you might not understand or then again you might but I gave a lot of thought to this story
In some ways there is a parallel to the one who asked this question.

I guess something I stop and think about is that there are various kinds of love with even more definitions of evch.

I think of the most popular is where two people have the desire to spend their lives together, with a continuing compassion for each other through good and bad times.

Brian of An Audience of One

asked

Describe the first time you fell in love and how you knew it was love.

We all have those special people from our past that play an important part in who we are and in shaping us.
None is more important than the First True Love.
I was a shy young lady leaving the protective arms of my parents.
I went away to college and began reaching out in the world, searching and seeking my way, finding my place as I stumbled along the path of life.
Coming into a city from a rural area, so many things were new from the sheltered life I had lived.

To my surprise, someone was coming to look after me although I was not to know, a White Knight.
Not a Black Night like Walker (shudders at the thought of Walker and Nursing Students) found his way into my life as he did several other young Nursing Students but more so mine.
He recognized in me what I needed and before I even knew what was taking place there he was with that protective shield he always managed to provide so well.
No, not condoms

Yeah he protected me well all except that time—oh I was not going to tell you about it but I think
you would enjoy this story.
I was a freshman but lived in the senior dorm ( a pleasure I might add)
and it was graduation time.
My White Knight called and invited me to go with him the Senior’s Graduation Party that was at a doctor’s house.
He wanted to make his girlfriend jealous so he asked me to drive my car over and leave it at his house and he would drive to the party.

We get to the party and it is in full swing, (remember I’m shy and my daddy was a deacon in a Southern Baptist Church) liquor is flowing and I have never drank.
First thing I know drinks are being passed to me and they do taste good.
Mind you I don’t bother to ask what they are I just drink them.
They did taste good and the company was great but all of a sudden my White Knight says
“We need to get your car and take it back to the dorm before you have to much to drink.”

Back to D’s house we go where he decided, I’ll follow him to the dorm.
I must look and act pretty good because did I tell you my White Knight is a Police Officer—not just an Officer—no I thought not—yes he was and here we are drinking and driving.
Anyway we leave and somehow I just got lost, oh well no problem I just need to get to the dorm, I do live here

These roads don’t look like the one’s we came down, damn where is D?
I wish he would slow down.
Just wait till I see him, I’m going to tell him a few things for leaving me like this.
Just about that time I thought I saw something I recognized, oh yes I did.

What did I recognize?
Oh nothing important.
Just a big light pole on the side of the street where I had parked my car right after—-I leveled three parking meters.
At that exact second there came a knock on my window.
I open the door to see can you believe it —a policeman, not just any policeman but D’s partner C.

“Could you please help me park my car”?
” I seem to be having a problem parking it?” I said.
C. “Move over” you just leveled three parking meters and parked it very nice right here—now where the hell is D?”
Me. “I don’t know where D is, I was following him and he left me”.
“I was right behind him and I just don’t know where he went.”
“I mean I know he went to the dorm because we have to get my car back to the dorm before I have too much to drink.”
C. “Vickie, before you have too much to drink”?
“You are drunk now just wait till I get my hands on D. he is in deep shit.”

Over to the dorm we go.
Mind you, it’s only right across the street,.
Yes there D is waiting just like he said.
Imagine his surprise when out jumps C.

C. “D what in the hell do you mean letting Vickie drive?
D. “C Man what the hell you doing oh shit what is wrong with the car?
C” D You let Vickie drive and she was drinking”
“Look over there at those three flat parking meters”.
“She did that and parked her car in front of the light pole only to ask me to park her car for her”. “You Stupid Bastard I should turn you in.”
D looks around and sees the three flat parking meters and turns to me and says to me: “you said you were fine”

I argued that I wanted to go back to the party.
D takes the key away, gets me up to the bed and leaves me.
The next morning I wake up with a headache like none other.
I stagger out of bed and think, oh shit D said I leveled three parking meters now let me look out this window and see because if I did I can see them—–oh SHIT! My head hurts.

Now the excuse for my Momma and Daddy I never told ——and D never got in trouble.
That was beginning of his taking care of me and NEVER listening to me again.
I really liked D but I knew not to let him know how much because he would runaway from me like he did the other females so I treated him like an older brother.

You see he was kind, gentle, caring, was all so confident in himself he was not afraid to show a strong sensitivity, a strong vulnerability, a strong beauty, to be so in touch with his feelings and emotions.
All of these things are so very important to me in having a successful relationship.

He didn’t ignore my faults but accepted them as a part of me.
He always had that shoulder for me to lean on when I so needed the support.
A pat on the back when I did well or a sympathetic ear when I would fail.
He was that friend I could laugh and giggle with even cry shedding those tears without shame with for he was someone I could trust completely.
Then one day we went our own way but it was not before he had written me a very special poem that I still treasure to this day.

It was that poem that I read later when I was older that opened my eyes to the fact that C loved me when he wrote it.
I just did not realize it at that time and he never gave me any indication……
I really was young and immature…….

It was that poem which brought us back together for his daughter who lives in Texas discovered it posted on my website about 5 years ago.
She e-mailed me and we discussed a few things to determine the D who had written the special poem for me was her dad.
Her discovery took place that year right at Fathers Day.

Father’s Day when she talked with him on the phone she asked him if he remembered someone named Vickie and he said yes.
She said well Dad I never knew you wrote poetry but turn your computer on then go and she gave him the site.
He was in shock that I had kept the poem.
Not only had I kept the poem but with the poem was a special tribute I had posted to him…..

Tears fell and the e-mail came and went and we have been catching up every since.
I did not say he lives right here in Georgia actually in Macon and we have seen each other.
I am so lucky my husband is not jealous for he knows I love him.

The people I have had in my life in the past and still today are all a part of whom I am.
They helped make and shape me into the person I am.
My friend D is in poor health and says I came back into his life so he will not die alone.
He means that in the respect I will understand him.
He has two wonderful children that are his life.
I spoke with him on the phone recently and he is now in Hospice so the time is drawing closer but how close is that

He was My First Real Love and never knew it until recently.
He laughs and says it is a good thing I did not know;
I always thought you felt I was an older brother.
I told him I was not stupid for if you knew my real feelings you would run like heck.
I saw how you did with the others and I wanted you around me so I had to play my cards right.:heart:

He is a special person and all who knows him is blessed, no matter what kind of day it is D will pick you with laughter.
Humor is one of his best friends.
I have always laughed when I have talked with him.
He may gasp for a breath but he will be trying to make me laugh with his last one.

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