His name is Jacob, and he is the love of my life.
We spent countless hours driving around the quiet streets of our hometown, always getting lost. Sometimes we would just stop on the side of the road, turn up the music, and sit without speaking a word. It was as though we didn't have to say anything, because our thoughts were louder than the music. He would always apologize to my parents for bringing me home past curfew, but it was never a big deal. My parents loved him, they knew that he would never let anything happen to me.
When he first kissed me, I didn't know what to do, considering that I had never kissed a boy before. So I just stood there, outside my house, with my lips puckered. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle. I wanted more but at the same time I just wanted it to end. Afterwards I apologized for being such a bad kisser, he laughed and kissed me again.
I didn't know what love was then, it was just a word to me. A word that people had said to each other in cheesy romantic comedies, a word that I had used to describe objects, not how I felt. But whenever I was with Jacob, I didn't have to know what love was, or what it really meant, because I felt it. I felt it in my chest; a feeling that made me feel invincible yet so vulnerable at the same time.
We argued about politics, opinions, and whatnot, it was rarely about being mad at each other. But like most girls, I would get jealous. Girls would always flirt with Jacob, throw themselves at him. There would be times where I tried my best to conceal my envious thoughts, and times where I showed him I was the jealous girlfriend. But at the end of the day, he would remind me that our love was stronger than anything, anyone, in the whole entire world.
Before I met Jacob, I was in a dark place with dark thoughts. He was the one to save my, he was my light. He the prince, and I the princess, and he had taken down the dragon and rescued me from the oh so lonely tower.
After we graduated from high school, we were headed off to different colleges. Our long distance relationship lasted for two years, before I was the one who broke it off. Then, I didn't realize that I had made the biggest mistake of my life, because I had let the one boy I had ever loved get away. I had let go of the one who I had talked about having a future with, the one I would call at 3 AM, crying my eyes out, the one I had loved.
It's an early Sunday morning as I write this, and I still miss him.