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Krisles
I have a "what if" romance that pops up quite frequently. I've tried to find a nice safe place in my heart to tuck it away but confess it rises to the surface sometimes and that nagging question can linger for days.
posted by
Troosha
on February 15, 2008 at 12:42 PM
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I believe you give a piece of yourself every time
If it was really love. It's not a popular belief, I don't think, because it doesn't fit into that romantic "there's one person for everybody" notion. I don't think one can invest oneself completely into another person and then decide against it and shake the Etch-a-Sketch to wipe it away. And I don't think one should be able to.
posted by
CunningLinguist
on February 11, 2008 at 10:06 AM
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Oh yeah I have one I wonder about too....He was my first and I still think of him to this very day...Not often, but often enough~
posted by
Offy
on February 11, 2008 at 7:44 AM
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Krisles
After divorce I got together with my 'first,' my high school sweetheart. We dated. It wasn't the same, he wasn't the same, we had children from different partners. I still clung to him though in hopes that we could find the old us or connect as us now. Didn't happen, but I'm getting therapy for this and other issues of wanting to correct stuff in the past that went terribly wrong... stuff that still burns my soul today. Great post
posted by
SEEDLINGS
on February 8, 2008 at 9:07 AM
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There is something
powerful about that first love thing, I think especially when it happens when you are very young. It's sad, but one often wonders if anything else will live up to it!
posted by
Loribeth215
on February 7, 2008 at 10:46 PM
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Krisles
This post ended up in the wrong post by mistake, lol.
Anyway, would you believe I sometimes still think of a girl I met only three times? She was sixteen, I was seventeen, we met a small impromptu party, where I had just dropped in without bringing anyone. She was by herself as well, and as soon as we saw one another, there were sparks. We spent the evening together, not the night. But I didn't sleep much that night - I was overwhelmed! We met again the next day - that's when she told me. Her family was leaving the country, moving overseas, she and her mother were flying out in two days... I was devastated. We walked around in a park, we kissed, we held hands, and we were both very, very sad. She needed to finish packing, so I took her home.
She had insisted I come to the airport, and it was very awkward, with her mother and some relatives of hers, and me, the total stranger. We did manage to kiss once or twice, furtively, and then she went through the gate and was gone, and I felt an emptiness I had never experienced before.
We exchanged a few letters, but the pain ebbed, I got distracted, and so, I'm sure did she. I have no idea what has happened to her, or where she lives now. But I do occasionally think of her, and wonder, what if she had not left that day...
posted by
Nautikos
on February 7, 2008 at 8:45 PM
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Too much has changed! I don't go down that road anymore. I just had to figure out what happened...and did! The topic doesn't come up anymore! Great topic!
posted by
Soul_Builder101
on February 7, 2008 at 8:33 PM
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I shall wonder with you. Perhaps that first experience is just that the first time we give of ourselves wholly! sam
posted by
sam444
on February 7, 2008 at 7:26 PM
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