Cherishing Our Firsts: The Story of Us

My dating life had always felt like a disaster. I often believed that the romantic guy who brings tampons and pads, surprises you with flowers, and shares sweet moments only existed in movies and novels. In reality, it seemed like all guys wanted was sex—until I met him.

Though I had dated before, I had held on to my virginity, waiting for the right person to share that moment with. I often wondered if that person would ever come along. But with him, everything changed. I knew, deep down, that he was the one.

Our first kiss was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was the perfect blend of excitement and tenderness, and I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach—a feeling I was not used to but now welcomed with open arms. He was like a band-aid for my scars, though I knew some wounds take time to heal.

While I cherished sharing my "firsts" with him, a nagging thought lingered: he was not a virgin. For me, these milestones were significant. They are the small yet meaningful moments that make relationships rich and memorable. When I voiced my concerns, he reassured me that firsts could exist for him too—just in different forms.

He shared how unaware he had been about many things, like the female anatomy and female condoms, and how I was the first to educate him on these topics. That exchange brought us closer and fostered a deeper understanding between us. He pointed out that while we may not have shared the same firsts in terms of virginity, we had created our own special milestones: our first movie together, our first karaoke night, our first dinner, our first hug, and even our first laugh.

Each moment with him felt like a first because I had never experienced this connection with anyone else before. In love, it’s not just the experiences that matter; it’s the person you share them with and the emotions they evoke.

I believe there will always be that one person who stays by your side and helps heal your wounds. I have found mine.