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Memories of first love remain with us for a lifetime. However, it can happen that a person you loved can appear in your life, and meeting them can have an unexpected twist.<\/p>\n
When I was young, my parents and I lived in South America because of their work. I met a boy there.We were friends only for about 3 or 4 weeks. I thought he was very handsome, and my mum even made fun of me because of it. You could say he was my first love.
\nI recently saw him on a TV show. Turns out he\u2019s a pretty famous actor now! I wonder if he remembers me too.<\/p>\n
Since the moment I broke up with my first love, I\u2019ve only fallen for the same type of men \u2014 handsome.And then a guy started courting me at work. He wasn\u2019t really good-looking, but I gave in. After a while, he started looking much better, and we\u2019ve been living for 6 happy years now.
\nAnd recently I met my first love on the street and was shocked: nothing was left from his former beauty, except for his blue eyes. And next to me walked a slim, well-groomed, the most beautiful and loving man in the world.<\/p>\n
When I was 18, my first love dumped me. It was a terrible blow for me.It hurt so much that I was depressed not for a couple of weeks or months, it took years. After the breakup, I decided that I needed to focus on myself, find a job that I liked, start earning a lot of money.
\nIn the end, I\u2019ve driven myself so far that at 26, I haven\u2019t had any other boyfriends.
\nAnd I don\u2019t want to. I recently met my ex, bragged about my successes, and in my head I just thought that it was good that everything turned out the way it did. Otherwise, I wouldn\u2019t have been where I am today.<\/p>\n
Boyfriends can be really useful, especially ex-boyfriends.<\/p>\n
My high school boyfriend was gorgeous \u2014 tall, blond, clean-shaven, classically handsome bone structure. He modeled a bit after high school, and then I lost touch with mutual friends. I tried to find him online (bored, curious) and he has zero online presence and a relatively common name.I went down a rabbit hole and found his mom and brother on Facebook, and mom had a pic with my high school boyfriend in the background. He\u2019s a big biker dude with tons of facial hair. If mom hadn\u2019t captioned the photo, I\u2019d never in a million years known it was him.
\nI think, I can never earn over which I paid by my precedent employer, but I was wrong, world is so large to try their fate.<\/p>\n
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I had a childhood friend \u2014 we were friends since diapers. We went to the daycare together, to school together, went to the same college, lived in a dormitory together. And she betrayed me \u2014 she stole my first love.We had a fight. I dropped out of university and moved to another city.
\nIt\u2019s been 10 years.
\nI recently found her social media page. She is still with that guy, they have 2 children, they both work, a normal good family, everything worked out. I have a husband I love, my own business, we don\u2019t plan to have children, and we live for ourselves.<\/p>\n
I found an old photo album where I had saved one single photo of us together, looked at it and silently thanked her. I guess it was meant to be this way.<\/p>\n
I was 14. At the beginning of the new school year, I was running late to my new English class.The class was too full to accommodate me\/a few others, so at the last minute I was switched to another English class with different people\/teacher, etc.
\nI walked into class, I sat down, and I saw \u201chim.\u201d I remember just feeling this intense admiration and awe because he was just so handsome. He was quiet, kept to himself, almost mysterious.
\n9 years later, we are still together, and very glad that I was running late that day and therefore got moved into his English class or else we would have never met.<\/p>\n
My first love happened when I was 16 with a guy my age. We were both inexperienced, so we couldn\u2019t build a proper relationship. We fought, broke up, then tearfully got back together.We were on these emotional swings for 3 years, and then I dumped him. I consider that experience not really healthy. And he, as it turned out, had different feelings about it.
\n10 years later, we met in a coffee shop by chance. He told me that he still couldn\u2019t forget me. And then he shocked me by saying that he had named his daughter after me.<\/p>\n
I hope his wife doesn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
Sat across from her in first period class. Barely said 2 words to her the entire time \u2014 was far too intimated. Off the charts pretty and was dating older guys.I was heavy and immature \u2014 so no shot. Although she did poorly in high school and her family was kind of a mess \u2014 she got herself through a Masters program and a few bad relationships. Runs her own practice now.
\nHadn\u2019t seen her for 15 years \u2014 but looked the same when I saw her on an online app. After my own string of breakups and growing up a bit, I messaged her online and married her 2 years later.<\/p>\n
I married her, and divorced her. It was amicable, we had different aspirations in life, wanted different lifestyles.She loved the city (I hate it) but had changed jobs to cut her commute when we bought a house. Could tell she wasn\u2019t happy.
\nWasn\u2019t surprised that the first thing she did post divorce was to move to the city.
\n(First thing I did was get a cat). Haven\u2019t spoken in many years but from randomly googling out of curiosity seems she is remarried to someone of the same ethnicity (she had a huge extended family and social expectations in her culture that were really demanding of my time, and it was a strain on the relationship, so I\u2019m glad she\u2019s with someone who is on the same page with that).
\nShe lives in a nice suburb outside the city now.<\/p>\n
She has a very successful and no doubt lucrative career. Happy for her, especially as she never would have had the life she wanted if we\u2019d stayed together.<\/p>\n
She was lovely. We were in a small, close-knit group of friends.I remember going out one Friday evening and she held my hand. I was ecstatic. I know today that she didn\u2019t fancy me or even see me in that light, as we have discussed it.
\nShe knows she was my school crush.
\nI moved away when I was 16. Saw her once, briefly, when I visited when I was 18 and always looked for her when I returned to my home village.<\/p>\n
Friends Reunited was a website where you signed up, put in your details, and it connected you with people from your school. She hadn\u2019t joined and I was gutted. Then she did.<\/p>\n
I paid immediately for full membership, so I could email her through the site\u2026 She didn\u2019t respond for 2 years. I know now that it was because she\u2019s not really bothered with social media.<\/p>\n
Back then, there was no Facebook or anything. She used the Internet for research and study only. She did well for herself.<\/p>\n
Got a BA Hons and a law degree.
\nThings went downhill for her after she chose to meet up with me. She\u2019s got terrible taste in men\u2026<\/p>\n
Because we\u2019ve been married for 18 years this year and have 2 daughters. She\u2019s now a mental health nurse. Still got terrible taste in men, haha.<\/p>\n
I came to the town where I grew up on business one day.Hadn\u2019t been there for about 10 years. Met up with my first love. And we remembered that we buried a \u201ctime capsule\u201d when we were young.
\nSo we went there and dug it up. We found a box of things we valued, stickers and a cassette tape. Turns out it had our dreams recorded on it.<\/p>\n
They were about us being together forever. But in real life, he\u2019s married with 3 kids and I have a career.<\/p>\n
When I was 18, I fell in love with a young artist. From the first minute we met, I knew this feeling would last.He became my first love. I was crazy over him for a long time, made a lot of mistakes in our relationship, was first to confess my love, but was rejected.
\nThe last time we talked, he told me to forget him and go my own way.
\nI obeyed. I soon got married. I gave birth.<\/p>\n
Now 11 years have passed since our first meeting with that artist.
\nI recently found out where he is, saw his photo. He\u2019s changed a lot.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s no trace of that sweet face. He\u2019s aged and is bald now, but I still cried \u2014 I haven\u2019t forgotten him. My heart\u2019s still aching.<\/p>\n
I still love him. And he must have forgotten about me.<\/p>\n
Me and my first love were once sitting in the kitchen in the evening. We imagined that if we suddenly parted, we would meet by chance on a train many years later.I would be on tour with the orchestra, he would be with his band on tour. We\u2019ll talk and start all over again. We even acted out the upcoming dialogue.
\nIt\u2019s been 15 years, I\u2019m married, happily married, I\u2019m working in an orchestra like I dreamed, he\u2019s in another city, he has his own band. So why the hell am I still remembering this? And why do I feel so sad?<\/p>\n
I had to travel by train to my hometown for a few days. After 2 days, I was having lunch in the restaurant carriage, and a guy sat down next to me. He was acting very suspiciously, talking about strange things, however, seemed very familiar.The day after I arrived home, someone knocked on my door \u2014 it was that guy. He was standing there with a small, tattered teddy bear in his hands. I immediately recognized that teddy bear, and with it, I recognized my first love in the daycare, who has now become my true love.
\nBreaking up with my first love was very hard.I loved him so much! He was so handsome with blue eyes, master of sports in MMA, cheerful and bright. I was planning to go to university in another city, but he was graduating from a local college and didn\u2019t want me to leave.
\nHe insisted that I go to a local provincial university, not even to the specialty I had chosen.
\nI believed that our love would survive a year of separation, but he did not. In fact, he left me, and I was young and inexperienced and couldn\u2019t grasp it at once.<\/p>\n
I feel embarrassed when I recall how I clung to him, how I texted and called him, how I cried and didn\u2019t pay attention to all red flags. When I came home on holiday a year later, I found out he was getting married. A shotgun wedding.<\/p>\n
Even after 25 years, it didn\u2019t seem funny, and it still hurt. And then, like in a bad soap opera, a patient was delivered into my department in serious condition. It was him.<\/p>\n
I had to manage him after the operation, to communicate with his another girlfriend (he divorced with his first wife almost immediately), to keep the Hippocratic Oath.
\nBut, to be honest, I started feeling better when I saw what he had become: a loser, nervous, angry, and deeply unhappy. And at the same time, he\u2019s boastful and arrogant \u2014 sort of a provincial pseudo-macho.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a good thing our relationship ended that way. The worst thing was that he even tried to flirt with me.<\/p>\n
But any relationship usually starts with a first date, and some dates can become a disaster. These people shared stories about their first dates.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t miss a chance to read them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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