Sarah, she was my first. I still remember when I met her. I was fourteen walking my sister to school and she was meeting up with her friend. Sarah wore a khaki pleated skirt and uniform shirt. She was so pretty. I remember her freckles, I’d never really seen a mexican with freckles. She was quiet, the way she moved the way she spoke. Everything about her was delicate. I think I loved her from the beginning. I don’t know how exactly we came together but she and I spent many nights together. She wasn’t my first kiss but she was my first everything else. I kind of feel bad looking back at it because at times I could be quite mean to her. I was ashamed of the feeling I had for a girl of the same sex. I was ashamed of the intimate things we did, so I took it out on her. I was very mean in my words and actions. Giving her the cold shoulder at times then following it by guiding her to my room. This relationship went on and off for four years. Sometimes I would see her at the house when I visited my family and we would just give a head nod but nothing beyond that but other times It was like dynamite. When I was eighteen I introduced her to the man that became her husband and the father of her two children.
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