By StevieB
I understand that my situation was atypical for my
generation, openly dating my first boyfriend during my senior year of
high
school after dating other boy in school. Today it seems that it is
just part of everyday high school life. Your first love, however is
universal. The person you waited for after class, eating in the
lunchroom together,
making out in the student parking lot before school. The horribly
written love poems where I tried to compare his
beauty to Pete Burns. You never forget your first love. But, you graduate, grow up, and somehow stop writing horribly written
love poems.
I believe it would be cathartic for
anyone to watch a high
school sweetheart get married. To see them amazingly happy on the day
designed
to celebrate finding the love they sought. Your high school love is the
person who first broke your heart, or you theirs, yet taught you that
broken hearts helped you grow up into
who you are now.
I believe it a little strange; however, when your high
school sweetheart’s marriage ceremony shows ups on the gay society column of
Towelroad.com, a premier gay news blog.
View the link and video here:
And before you ask … yes, his name is Corvette. In the video
he was in the blue tux … and … the red dress.
Yes. It is cathartic to watch your high school sweet heart
get married. It reminds me of the kid I was in high school. The type of unguarded
and immature love we have in our high school years. Maybe I should go write
some horrible love poems.
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
