Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that thereโs space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
Tammara WebberIf someone had asked, How does this compare to kissing Kennedy? I would have answered, "Who?"
Tammara WebberRather than raising his voice like everyone else, he leaned close to my ear and asked, "Dance with me?" I felt his warm breath and inhale the scent of his aftershave -something basic and male.
Tammara Webber