There's always a first for everything. The first step, the first spoon, the first chopsticks, the first school, the first friend.

I dont necessarily remember all my firsts. While some reside in my memory , others simply left me. Not all first are glamourous, remarkable, memorable. Ironically, its the tough detestable ones I remember the clearest.

My first REAL relationship. The first anniversary. The first date. The first present. The first album. The first xmas. My first Xmas spending the night out. My first stay at a local hotel.

Sometimes things between us dont work out. I get irritated, he gets confused. There's constant bickering and snapping. But I still want my world to revolve around him. He over-extends himself to get me materials gifts in order to make me happy. I do about half of his effort yet still receive the same adoration. It feels like Bitch eh?

But somehow this first relationship feels Right.

& for the first time again, I see a future of us.