My first love was my college boyfriend, his name was Mike. And yeah, I’m just not one of those people who’s super-passionate about a lot of things, and I was never really super-close to my family, so he’s the first person that I really cared that much about I think…
I remember the first time we said “I love you.” I really wanted it to mean something because it was my first time saying it to somebody and really meaning it. And, uh, it was absolutely ridiculous. I didn’t want to be the first one to say it, and he had kind of said it before I was ready to, and I kind of ignored him. And then when I wanted him to say it, he wouldn’t, and then we went through this entire phase of saying “I miss you.”
And he totally called me out on it, and was just like “I think it’s funny that we say ‘I miss you’ when really, we mean other, more important things. And we’re saying ‘miss’ instead of what we really mean.” He still wouldn’t say it, and after getting really, really, really frustrated, I… you know…got to the point where I was, like, so emotional about it that I’d be crying and it was just like, you know, “he doesn’t love me, why isn’t he saying it” and just doing the stupid girl thing.
And uh, finally, I just couldn’t hold it in any more and was like, “Fine. Fine, fine. I love you. You win.” And yeah…that was the first time we said ‘I love you,’ so…yeah. My first love was a boy named Mike.