My first love was in 2nd grade, with my best friend Nate. He was like my big brother in a way, but soon he found out that I liked him, and things got weird between us :(
I still see him around though :-/
I went through so much for my first love. I loved him so much. And after he moved I still couldn't let go because he meant so much to me and he changed my life forever. It started out as us being good friends, then we just fell in love.
I remember it, as it was yeaterday.Aside from the great fun, the hours of time spent on our mutual love of certain music and slapstick comedy, and the excessive amount of laughter we shared, we nurtured each other's talents and dreams at a very vulnerable and impressionable time in life. In fact, I was the first to passionately believe in his talent and knew he would become something great.He expressed his feelings in almost daily love letters and the writing was right out of a romance novel. Both of us have become writers and he has become well-respected in Hollywood in his field. We share a mutual pride in each other's talents and accomplishments.I saved his letters in an old box all these years because I just knew he would be famous some day.The memories I described here stay with me in the most positive and healthy way, because I truly believe they helped form the person I am today. My mature heart, knowing full well where my love priorities are, never felt the urge to run off with him as an adult. Yet, I feel compelled to tenderly keep him among my most treasured friends.
It was a very beautiful and sad story. My first love came to me rather late, I was not a child and even not a teenager already. And maybe that's why it was so strong and deeply. I knew that he was gay, but he has told me that he did not want any relationships, that love bbrings only pain and he did not want anybody to be by his side, he thought that all people were violent, rude and stupid, he hated the whole world and himself first of all. So I did not tell him about my feelings (I think he noticed them, it was hard for me to hide what I feel) and then he just disappeared from my life
We often hide our feelings because we are afraid of them being turned down and we think that it is better not to know what the answer is than to know that the answer is 'no'. And when the time comes for this person to go away from our life, we understand that we should either say everything to make him stay or let him go knowing that we will never see him again. We know it, but we are still afraid, we are still thinking that a possible "no" is worse than everything, even worse than losing the one we love forever. So we don't say anything. Again.
I had several crushes and a few guys I'd dated until I met someone I honestly, absolutely, completely fell in love with. He was an art student. He was flaky and neurotic and had crazy-cool style, and was absolutely brilliant as an artist. I met him at 18, in June of 1988, the day I came back from my trip to the UK, was still in a different time zone and wide awake, so had gone to a 24-hour diner with a friend of mine in the middle of the night. He was sitting by himself at the table across from us and he had crazy Robert Smith hair, a silver vest with brooches and pins, grey and black pinstriped pants and pink Chuck Taylors. I knew the instant I saw him that we were destined for something.
My personal attitude to such researches is negative. However today, with the bombardment of television ads and word-of-mouth praise, online daters are coming out of the closet. And no one is more into the trend than Christians. I didn’t believe it until I began researching for this article. I took a random, informal survey of several graduate school students, encouraging them to share their thoughts on dating online. First came the cynics: “Personally, I would not use it. I believe nothing is impossible for God and no matter how probable or improbable it is for me to meet someone in my given circumstances, God can do all things… I feel it would be irreverent to not include God in the mate selection process.”
You have asked exactly about the first love, but if my first love was not a boy , but a girl, that means that i will tell you about that situation. I was 17 and she was 15, we have just met on the bus station and she had forgotten the purse on the bench. I suggested that i am obliged to bring it directly to her place in order for her not to worry. In the purse were the driver license , so the address was also there. I have found her flat and knocked the door , the door opened her father and she called her. I gave her the purse and she gave me her number. We were together for 4 years.
It was very typical teenage stuff. He was older than me, in a band and despite his friends disapproval, he liked hanging out with me. I adored him and we had a lovely summer together. It all came swiftly to an end when my parents found out.
More recently I've realised that we were together more than 15 years ago and I can still remember conversations we had. I wonder if he ever thinks about me.
We were all someone's first love, I may have been someone else's entirely. He may be thinking about me.
Feeling nostalgic today.
We met in culinary school when I was 18 and he was 20; We were neighbors in student housing and in the same classes. Became friends at first, and eventually developed feelings for each other. We eventually moved in together, and even adopted a cat together. I moved away to NYC for my 3 month internship, but we loved each other so much that we could handle the long distance, or at least thought we could. I moved back to LA after the internship ended because I couldn't handle not having him in my life. We broke up in March when he moved up to San Francisco.
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