My first love, Julio, asked if I ever blog about him and generally I do not. We’ve known each other almost 19 years! He’s like a great ex husband. We check in on each other once or twice a year. Sometimes we argue like we are still teenagers but I think no matter what we will always still text or call the other to make sure they are ok. Today I was listening to the @celinedion Pandora station. Julio and I use to hold hands and just listen to Celine. This was the era of writing love letters. No Netflix and chill. No texting. Barely any emails. No sex. Just handwritten love letters filled with passion. Passion that we waited years to act on. He was my first and I was his. I still have the shoe box filled with all his love letters! We dated on and off for 10 years. Up until 2007, I thought we could still make it and maybe he was the one. I thought I would read each love letter to our children while they were in the womb and when they were born. It never happened but I kept each letter…because if I ever have a family I still want to read those letters and let my children know that there was a time of LOVE LETTERS and mommy received them…openly, innocently, and lovingly. Thank you Julio for giving me something most women never experienced! I was your first for almost everything! Don’t worry I will remind your future wife of so…jokingly of course! Shout out to the BX! I first fell in love in the Bronx?
