Interpretation 1: Love for a Person:
The first boy I ever loved (who reciprocated the love) was named Mark. He was a cool dude. It was my Freshman year of college when we started dating, and we dated on-and-off for about a year. The thing was, he was a terrible boyfriend and I was a terrible girlfriend. I mean, I had never done this "relationship" thing before, so what could be expected? Don't get me wrong, Mark was and is really fun and hilarious. But our relationship was more like a friendship with kissing. While that's a good thing in some ways, the romance aspect does have to be there. You need deep and meaningful conversation to make a relationship last, and we didn't have that.
Interpretation 2: Love for What You Do:
The first love/passion I ever found in life was theater. If someone were to ask me my favorite place, I would say The Stage. Literally any stage, anywhere, at any time. I absolutely adore theater. I love to sing, I love to act, and I love to make people happy. I don't think I'll ever grow out of this.
Interpretation 3: Literal First Love:
I'll make this as un-Sunday-School-like as possible - My first love is and will always be my Father in heaven. He created me for a purpose. It is amazing to me that God chose someone as flawed and ridiculous and bull-headed as I am to help further His kingdom. He will never abandon me, and that is a feeling you can't find anywhere else.
- Bowman
I like that we both weren't sure how to interpret this one. Ha!
ReplyDeleteI appreciated hearing all your interpretations though. :) You'll hear all about my first person love someday, and It will be...somethin. Ha!
I agree that God is always our first love. He loved us before anyone else did, and especially when we do not love ourselves. We could never love him enough. Which is daunting to think about.