The first time I said the word "I love you" was after I graduated from Senior Secondary School and was at age 15. I really meant it then even though it took a while for me to reply him back after saying it to me countless times when we met. He was never going to give up on me because, according to him, I was a modest and responsible girl who came from a good home and not like the wayward girls in my neighbourhood.
The first time we met was at my mom's shop. I was attending to customers when he came around to buy something, too. Guess what? I could still remember what he bought which was bread. It was in the morning on a weekend when Mom had travelled to another city to buy goods for her shop. He'd bought his bread and left, only for him to come back. I thought he wanted to buy something else, but I noticed he stood there watching me as I attended to customers, and he was waiting for me to get done so we could talk.
I have had a crush on him every time I saw him anywhere or when mom would send me on errands and walking past his parents' house, would look around to see if he was around and when I luckily found him anywhere around the house or probably cross path on the road, we would both smile at each other without saying a word. But he came to our shop, and that was the first time we spoke other than a customer and seller transaction.
We exchanged our names and numbers, and the next thing was for him to say he liked me and would love for us to be dating. I felt some butterflies run through my stomach that day, and I couldn't contain the excitement on my face, I tried to hide the feeling, but it was too late, and that gave way to a yes to his proposal, and we started off at that moment. Every night, he would come to our house, and we would talk for a few minutes because Mom mustn't know I was still outside at such a late hour. He would show up at our shop when mom wasn't around and I do love his company.
It was after several weeks of coming around, telling me he loved me, and I would just smile and hug him. He never stopped saying that, and when I watched and saw he was serious, I returned the "I love you, too" and had my first kiss at that spot. Well, we only dated for 4 years, and then we separated because he was cheating on me when he gained admission into the university, and that ended the relationship. It was my first ever real love, even till today.
For my love language, I never knew there was something like that until I read the "Five Love Languages" by Gary Chapman a long time ago. That was when I knew there was something called love languages. When I was reading the book, I quickly realized what my love language is, and the statement, "No wonder," I uttered, made me confirm how true it was. Gary mentioned the languages which are quality time, physical touch, receiving gifts, words of affirmation and acts of service. Mine are both physical touch and quality time.
In my past relationships, including my first, I noticed how I felt satisfied when my ex-boyfriends would spend enough time with me as we would gist about the necessary and unnecessary stuff, and once they left, I felt the emptiness; it's like I don't want them to leave because of how they would pay attention and our communication was always real and connected.
Same as physical touch. I love being caressed by someone I love most, especially the kissing part and hugging. I feel the connection more when these two are done genuinely and it makes me miss them more whenever they aren't around.
Though I appreciate and value acts of service, especially when they'd want to help me do things which I would decline and not allow them. I do not value gifts, maybe because I am not used to them gifting me anything, and I've never enjoyed any of my boyfriends appreciating me with gifts, so I am not used to it or just do not give a damn about it.
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