When I think of him now there is nothing positive that comes to mind, as I am sure happens to you when you think of someone that you once loved and it ended VERY BAD. But this is how I thought of him in 1999.
I used to cut school every Friday to go and pick up my BFF from school in Queens. One particular Friday I was feeling fresh to death in my XIVs the red and white ones of course and met up with the bff. I saw some curly headed boy and he caught my eye. He was looking right and had on XIVs himself. I inquired and found out that he was one of my besties homeboys and the rest is history so they say.
We had a pretty common teenage love affair. He was super jealous and that made me smile at times and at others it pissed me off. Eventually I moved out of my moms and into my cousins house in Queens and was chilling with him 24/7. We celebrated an anniversary and then shit got really complicated when I turned 16.
I mean he was super freaking controlling to the point where I was just not feeling him at all. We would break up and then make up. But one of the last times we broke up before things changed in my life forever, my first love popped back up in my world and I almost completely broke ties with "the boy" but it didn't happen. The "boy and I" got back together and right back into the cycle of making up to break up.
I began working and met a new guy, who was oh so fly, 19 and had his own crib. I began seeing him but he was a little too clingy, too lets get married, and I couldn't deal with that at 16 so I tried to ride single for a while.
Then my Favorite Aunt died and I ran to "the boy" for comfort and a few months later I found out I was pregnant. When I told him he was hugging and kissing me so I knew that things would be ok. (Or so I thought).
