My first love was my father. I thought we could/would marry when I got older. Of course he let me down gently clearly explaining why that couldn’t/wouldn’t ever happen. I got over it with a quickness! He remained my Dad. Michael Jackson was my second love forbidden still. He was my big brother. That turned out being the best since he’ll always be my big brother. No one mattered after that/since then … still.
Nikki In a Nutshell 