Why we remember our first love?

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wonder why nearly all of us remember our first love ' I was 15 still at school and he was 18..working ' In our hearts we still carry this torch ' I truly loved this guy and maybe I would have married him -but parents wanted to move away to the coast ' then I was 16 and it broke my heart ' we just lost contact ect …then I heard from a friend he had a bad accident and lost all memory of me ..but he went on to marry ' funny how we still think of our first as special - glad I have my memories still -do you ?
 

When my 'first love' wanted the ring back that he gave me; I realized all men are not created equal but I didn't judge the rest of my loves on that basis. I am happily married now.
 

I remember my first 'love''..not my first boyfriend but he whom I thought was ''the one''.. thank god I didn't marry him, a couple of years after we broke up I remember wondering what on earth I ever saw in him... :oops::rolleyes:
 
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I remember my first love fondly but now know that the circumstances of remaining together would have been monumental, so that never happened. A few years later I married a woman that I settled for and endured almost 18 years of marriage with. We parted ways and then I met the absolute love of my life and was somehow able to convince her to marry me. We have been happy for almost 23 years now and can't imagine life without each other. :love:
 
My first love. Yup, that's the person I always wanted to be with. How can you match the wonder, the all consuming passion, the way my everything just meshed.Oh!! What the hell was her last name? It was 55 years ago!

Actually, I do. And yeah, it was like that.
 
My first love was Davy Jones of the Monkees. I was 11. He was only 5'3'' though and by the time I was 12, I was already taller than he was and I realized we probably wouldn't happen. But I remembered him my whole life and he won his first horse race, ( he was a jockey ), on my birthday many, many years later and this made me think there was still a spiritual connection.
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My first love was my high school sweetheart. We married at 18, had 2 sons, and divorced after a few years, parting as friends. We have kept in touch over the years, sharing life events with our sons and grandchildren. Even though we both remarried and went on with our lives, he will forever hold a special place in my heart.
 
I don’t think it was a first love for me I think it was the first lust! At that age the hormones are going bonkers so I wouldn’t describe that relationship as a love relationship. To me true love takes a period of time to get to know the person and their character and also to have a chemical attraction as well but the interior of the person is what draws you to truly love them that’s what I found with my husband and it gets better as we get older.
 
I vividly remember mine. She was a lovely brunette with warm brown eyes that were always welcoming. When we were together, it seemed that I was the only man in the world who mattered to her. She never got jealous, demanded gifts or played female games with me. I have never found another that compared to her. I don't think they breed Cocker Spaniels like her any more.
 
chic said:
My first love was Davy Jones of the Monkees. I was 11. He was only 5'3'' though and by the time I was 12, I was already taller than he was and I realized we probably wouldn't happen. But I remembered him my whole life and he won his first horse race, ( he was a jockey ), on my birthday many, many years later and this made me think there was still a spiritual connection.
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gerroutta here woman... he was mine, before yours... my height, English and gorgeous!! 🥰🤪🤩
 
My first love is still around. We were a hot item our junior year in high school and then broke up, but remained good friends. We got back together briefly in college but that didn't work, either. So we decided being good friends was better. We stay in touch by Facebook and phone and get together about every year or so. I really like his wife, too.
 
I was 17 and he was only 15. 🥺
He looked like a really handsome Jesus and at 15 he had a full beard and moustache. He looked much older than me before you all start calling me a cradle robber. He was kind and considerate until he decided to leave me for an older woman with a car.

Oddly enough he ended up crashing her car right in front of me as I waited at the bus stop. He spotted me and rammed into the car in front of him. It was priceless.

Did I laugh?


YESSSSSSS!!!

I laughed and laughed.🥳😂
 
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Aunt Bea said:
In all aspects of our lives, the first is the one that we will use as a benchmark to judge and compare all others against for the rest of our lives.
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Yes it absolutely told me what I should avoid at all costs LOL
 

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