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

[OneEyedDiva]

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.

 

[spookycat2]

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!!!

 

[Been There]

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.

 

[CaliS]

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.

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.

 

[oscash]

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......

 

[rbtvgo]

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.

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.