My friends and family don’t get it and sometimes neither do I in a sense, but we love each other and you can’t help who you love.

How it happened still turns me on thinking about. I was 17 at a party. He was 22. Tall, dark and handsome. We flirted a little and definitely were feeling each other. He was bringing some people home after and I asked to jump in. He had a nice truck. I sat in the front and wanted to be dropped off last because I really wanted him to kiss me. The last person that got dropped off wasn’t even inside yet and he kissed me. It was intense, when he asked if I wanted to go somewhere I was so okay with it.