To My First Love

Do you remember your first love? The feelings of butterflies in your belly when you saw them? Was it love at first sight? Were you young? Were you scared? Do you still love them?

I fell in love for the first time the summer of 2006.

Dear Love,

I remember when I first laid eyes on you. My brother showed me a photo of you on the internet, it was before Instagram and Twitter, so I didn’t have too many pictures of you. But, at first glance I knew you were the one. I was in love. You weren’t my first, but you were the first I knew I loved. I counted down the days until I could finally meet you in person.

It was June 28, 2006, a Wednesday, but to be real everyday was a Saturday when you’re a 12-year-old kid on summer vacation. My older brother Kyle left that morning to go pick you up. I was filled with anticipation, yet so anxious to meet you. Would you look as good as you did online? Would you and I fit? Would you and I look good together? What would I wear?

At first sight you were more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I remember opening your box to your new warm smell. Your black suede upper was smooth to the touch. Your pops of red, on your midsole, heel loop, and tongue were subtle and adorable. Yet, the first thing I really noticed about you was your bright orange contrast stitching throughout. Or is it yellow? They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder though, right? So rather its an orange or a lemon, I didn’t care. The additional hits of citrus tones on your Jumpman logo, heel, and midsole were just the right touch, just enough, cause after all in real life I am allergic to citrus. Oh the irony. I’m allergic to you, yet we were always meant to be.

Although we grew apart as I grew, I never for once stopped thinking about you. I always found a way to bring you up in conversation. I was eager to debate anyone who thought you were anything less than perfect. I knew in my heart that one day we would find our way back to each other. So we did. Once again, thanks to my brother Kyle for bringing you back into my life. I love when life comes full circle like that. I’m so happy to have you back in my arms, your smooth touch on my hands, your supportive ways to hold me up. No matter how much you age, no matter how much your sole cracks, I’ll love you just as much as I did when I first laid eyes on you 14 years ago.

I owe you so much, you were the first to make me feel fly. And I’ve been flying ever since. You weren’t my first, but you will always be my first love. Thank you.

Forever yours,

Naomi

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