I still remember the first time I locked eyes with him back in 2010 when I was in grade 10 and he was in grade 9. Yes I know. I'm older than him lol. But not by a whole lot. I was born the end of November and he was born the beginning of January and since he was born in a different calendar year he got held back.

Anyways. Some of you remember 2010 right? I'm pretty sure the black eyed peas were the greatest thing at the time LOL.

Sorry. But please keep reading! It was a huge football event and a bunch of my classmates and friends were on the field so most of the school wanted to take the whole day off to support our team. Cool right?

I wasn't looking for anything. I swear. I loved my friends. I never felt like I needed to find a boyfriend in order to survive highschool.

Well I met my very first boyfriend at a football tournament. And yup. He was on the other team. Figures. But he had the most perfect eyes and the nicest face ever. As cheesy as it sounds I was hooked. And like a creep I basically followed his team all day long before working up the courage to get his BBM (you know, black berry messenger was a huge deal back then)

Long story short we ended up dating for almost 2 years. It was great. We were both athletes. We clicked. He met my family and I met his. He came to my prom. Then I started college. But when I started college and working as well, I struggled with my grades. I almost failed a semester. As a result, my parents made life choices for me. They up and moved us 2.5 hours away with less than a months notice, handed out resumes for me, took my phone, wiped it, changed my contact information completely because my boyfriend was going to hold me back from my future. All they did was let me call him one last time, tell him we couldn't be together because of my grades and that was that.

The last time I saw him was early spring time of 2014.

Fast forward to today. Life goes on right? Here we are in almost the fall of 2019. I've been in and out of a couple of relationships. I now have a baby boy who is 5 months old who was conceived out of an assault but I chose to keep him simply because I didn't think he deserved to die simply because I put myself in an environment where I shouldn't have been and I got hurt because of it. However. He is my joy. I love my son. And he isn't a mistake he's a gift.

Well out of nowhere I ran into my very first boyfriend at a waterpark of all places. Don't worry, my son was with my mom for the day. We've been talking and texting for a week now and he wants to get together as in the three of us and maybe pick up where we left off. THOUGHTS?!