I was 16 yrs. old when I gave up my virginity. Yep, you read that right. I gave it up, I didn't lose it because I made a choice.
Even though the teen-aged boy pressured me and I was scared to do 'that', I gave in anyways because I was more afraid that he would break up with me if I didn't. What can I say, I was a stupid girl.
I gave up my body because I longed to be loved. And of course he said he loved me, because that's what all teen-aged boys say, don't they?
I gave up my body because I longed to be loved. And of course he said he loved me, because that's what all teen-aged boys say, don't they?
Later he broke my heart; shattered it is a better choice of words. It was in pieces for years. And then I became numb. Numb to so many men, so many 'experiences'. I even married a man I was never in love with; after all, how could I be when my heart was still in the hands of the one I gave my virginity to. Yet marriage at that time of my life provided an escape for me.
26 years have passed and it still hurts to think about that young teen-aged girl, the one who gave part of me away to another that was not committed to me for the rest of my life.



