What was the name of your first love...can you remember ?

Remember it like it was yesterday. I saw him in school and it was likely love at first sight. I was 15 and he was a little older. I found out he liked me too, we finally got together and "went steady" until I was 18. Then it was on and off for a couple of years. His name was Larry. He died too young; we weren't together at the time. May he R.I.P.
 

My first love, Melissa was 14, I was 16 when we met. Best kisser I ever knew!!!
It was a bit awkward beginning though. She was girlfriend to a guy I hung out with, we were from different schools in the county but in the same class. Vocational school, we had guys from all three county schools there. He and I hung out some, though not real close. His GF (her) had a friend to hook me up with, at the dance after a HS football game.. her friend didn't like me... but Melissa did!... she asked me to dance, which got really hot right away!

Made the guy mad... guess that's what he gets for making fun of me all the time lol.
Her and I were a thing for a year or so, then something went wrong, I never knew what, but yeah. We started talking on Facebook when I was separated from my wife, as soon as I informed mom, and that she'd had a child with her ex who was of a different race, mom said NO, "we went through enough with your wife's boys" (ex was married previously and had two boys, who were trained by their dad to be absolute "shytz' to us... I was stubborn and stayed with her anyway. This may have contributed to my stroke, idk... I told Melissa that and she quit talking to me. It's probably for the best... She was a sweetheart though!!!
 
Barbara. I was ready to marry her from the very moment I first saw her.

She had Hodgkin’s right after high school and wasn’t expected to live. The doctors jammed her with radiation. She survived, but it left her weak and she was able to recover that. After school, she went to a college far away and I went to one only a few hundred miles from home. We kind of parted ways. Next thing I knew, she was married to a rich boy. That lasted about 2 daughters and 15 years. She married another loser. He was a drunk and hit her. He was lucky I couldn’t get at him. Then came number 3. He turned out to be a potty mouth skirt chaser. He lasted 3 years. She was still living in Ohio and I was living in Northern Virginia.

I was going out to see her almost every weekend. I stayed in a hotel, even though she invited me to stay with her, but I knew where that was headed and I felt I had to get to know her again. About 5 years ago, she started having heart issues from the time she had Hodgkin’s. It also weakened her bones. We had started talking marriage and I was on cloud 9. She told me she waited on me her whole life. We were going to set the date when I got the phone call.

Her daughter told me they were rushing her to the hospital when she started complaining about heart pain and she couldn’t breathe. Her husband (the daughter’s) pulled over on the freeway while the ambulance was on the way. He laid her down on a blanket and began to give her CPR. I grabbed my keys and “go bag” and flew out the door driving between 90-100 mph at 1:30 in the morning going from Fairfax, Virginia to Cleveland. I did it in 4 hours 45 minutes. No speeding tickets. When I arrived, the son-in-law told me she had passed away. They weren’t going to let me see her, but after chewing on the doctor’s ear for almost an hour, he relented. I was given 10 minutes with her.

I think of her everyday. I can’t find anyone to take her place. I would like to post a picture of her and I, but I would be wrong to do that, if someone knew her. We once went to a wedding of a mutual friend. I was seated at a table and I saw her walking towards my table. I said to myself, “Jim, now you know what an Angel in Heaven looks like.”






I think about her everyday.
 

rbtvgo said:
We remember our first loves, I believe, because they were so intense. They were, and are great memories. So much emotion, so much focus. They were all that mattered to us then. They helped make us who we are. No small thing.
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I agree, First Love is very special ~ I just don't think, if it doesn't work out for whatever reason (and usually it doesn't) , that we should spend our whole lives thinking we can never love again. They like to put that in movies; I guess they think it's romantic.

But to each their own - anyone who wants to be alone forever because they can't get over their first love is certainly free to do so. I like to think life is a journey, and make the best of the situation I am in as the years go on. :)
 
My late husband was my soul mate, and I still think about him every day.......but......he was not my first love. I never expected it to happen when it did. I still think about him all the time and wonder if he is still alive and how his life turned out. He looked very much like the actor Peter O'Toole. Tall, lean and blond.... oh, be still my heart......
 
Been There said:
Barbara. I was ready to marry her from the very moment I first saw her.

She had Hodgkin’s right after high school and wasn’t expected to live. The doctors jammed her with radiation. She survived, but it left her weak and she was able to recover that. After school, she went to a college far away and I went to one only a few hundred miles from home. We kind of parted ways. Next thing I knew, she was married to a rich boy. That lasted about 2 daughters and 15 years. She married another loser. He was a drunk and hit her. He was lucky I couldn’t get at him. Then came number 3. He turned out to be a potty mouth skirt chaser. He lasted 3 years. She was still living in Ohio and I was living in Northern Virginia.

I was going out to see her almost every weekend. I stayed in a hotel, even though she invited me to stay with her, but I knew where that was headed and I felt I had to get to know her again. About 5 years ago, she started having heart issues from the time she had Hodgkin’s. It also weakened her bones. We had started talking marriage and I was on cloud 9. She told me she waited on me her whole life. We were going to set the date when I got the phone call.

Her daughter told me they were rushing her to the hospital when she started complaining about heart pain and she couldn’t breathe. Her husband (the daughter’s) pulled over on the freeway while the ambulance was on the way. He laid her down on a blanket and began to give her CPR. I grabbed my keys and “go bag” and flew out the door driving between 90-100 mph at 1:30 in the morning going from Fairfax, Virginia to Cleveland. I did it in 4 hours 45 minutes. No speeding tickets. When I arrived, the son-in-law told me she had passed away. They weren’t going to let me see her, but after chewing on the doctor’s ear for almost an hour, he relented. I was given 10 minutes with her.

I think of her everyday. I can’t find anyone to take her place. I would like to post a picture of her and I, but I would be wrong to do that, if someone knew her. We once went to a wedding of a mutual friend. I was seated at a table and I saw her walking towards my table. I said to myself, “Jim, now you know what an Angel in Heaven looks like.”






I think about her everyday.
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I understand what you feel. That's all I can say. I understand. You can't run from it, you can't hide from it and you can't make it go away. It is part of you. Thank you for sharing.
 
Earlier I posted about my first crush, but the original question asked about "first love".

My first love was Kim K. in my junior year of highschool. She was a year younger than me but I certainly had noticed her, then during the summer I stopped by her house and thats all it took, by the beginning of the school year we were a couple. She is the first person I ever said "I love you" to, and boy did I mean it. We dated my junior and senior year and then started breaking up and getting back together for another year.

I was a very bad kid but never exposed her to that side of my life, but some of my BS still filtered into our relationship. I was suspended from all after school activities so she never got to go to dances or even her prom. It didn't bother me at the time but once I straightened out I realized how being with me cheated her out of some experiences, I have always been ashamed of that.

Anyway...she passed in 2020 after fighting MS for a number of years.
 
My first love at age 13 was a girl in the neighborhood. I knew her since age 4. Her name was Petra.

As I was 18 years old we moved to a village some kilometres away and I lost track of her.

I met her and her mother 8 years later at my father's funeral for the first and last time after our separation.

I never forgot her.
 
My first love was John and I was 15 and he was 16. We were together for 2 years and when he started college he broke up with me. I was devastated. He told my dad that he loved me too much to stay together. He was afraid that our relationship would interfere with his plans. He was also afraid of marriage because his mother bossed his dad around terribly. I still think of him occasionally.
 
Patsy Klein (not Patsy Cline). I'd moved from the dairy farm, and it was my first time living in a city. Patsy was a neighbor. She lived with her parents two blocks from my little rental house. We met where I worked...ironically, at the local Dairy Queen. She ordered a softy ice-cream cone, and I gave it an extra squiggle. (ooo! sounds romantic, if not obscene)

Patsy was a 17yr-old ballet student. I was basically a 17yr-old soda-jerk in a paper kunt-cap.

After 3 months of going to the movies every-other Saturday, taking walks in Royer Park every Sunday afternoon, and making out at my place several times, Patsy went off to a performing arts college. I got a letter from her soon after, which I answered, but I never heard from her again.

C'est la guerre!
 
My puppy love was with Donnie Wheat..4th grade. He's still around somewhere.
My first true love was Rodney. He was so cute and a few years older. I met him one summer while vacationing in Santa Cruz, but we both lived in the same town.

Married him. That was the wrong thing to do. He caused me and my family so much grief. One good thing I learned was that when you call the sheriff's around here, they come quickly!
 
Jackie Starr, but I don't think that was her real name. We met while camping with parents in North Carolina. We got lost on the Appalachian trail , when we found our way back to the campground there was a huge social gathering going on, we cuddled beside the fire. We wrote each other for a while but we lost touch overtime.
 
Rogiertje. I kissed him in kindergarten and my parents filmed it. He had 2 little brothers. I played there once and we went with his mom to some sort of tiny kids fair and a bunch of strong men were pulling a rope. We moved later (I was 4) and years later I saw him. My mom still worked in that place and I visited her with my brother. Hey look that's Rogiertje! You only say tje at the end of the name if the kid is a toddler. I was now 15 or so and yelled: Rogiertje! Rogiertje! Rogiertje thought: Who are these weirdo's? and cussed that we had to move it and leave him alone. :ROFLMAO:

The second one was in school, around 6 years old. Pieter. I saw him a few years ago at a reunion.
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My first love was 14 year old Dianne when I was also 14. I wanted to marry her but my Mom threatened to disinherit me if I did. Thus, I stopped seeing her. I'm married now to Marilyn who I married when I was 25 and she was 21. I'm 90 now and she is still with me. We have 2 kids, 6 grandkids and uncountable great grandkids.
 

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