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[bebe]

Interesting topic.

Mine was a boyfriend in high school. We dated almost all of my high school years. He was 1 yr. older than me. He left for college during my junior year and we started dating others. But we always went back to each other during his breaks.
It was very hard for me not to have him in my life. He actually lived across the street and during high school we were
always together. Eventually, I left for college and met my now husband. About 3 years after I was married, I was home Christmas visiting my parents. My younger brother and boyfriend''s brother were also best friends. So I told boyfriends brother to say hello and for him to come see me. I hadn''t spoken to him in about 2 yrs. Well, boyfriend, was killed by a drunk driver on the way to see me. I heard the crash, as I was in my parents backyard lighting a grill for steaks. I found out the next morning. He left a young pregnant wife. She also was killed in a car crash 1 year later. Very sad. I have very sweet memories of him. He had a huge heart.

 

[iheartscience]

My first love and I dated for about 1.5-2 years. I was 14 and he was 17 when we met. We were soooo head over heels for each other and he actually gave me a tiny diamond solitaire promise ring. He was super romantic and he really thought we were going to get married, but even at 14 or 15, I knew we just weren''t right for each other and we were never going to get married. We broke up very mutually, but about a week later he was calling me, crying, begging to get back together. He was very high drama and we ended up not speaking for a few years.

Then we somehow started hanging out again 3 or 4 years later until I realized he really couldn''t be just friends-he still loved me. I stopped hanging out with him again and didn''t hear from him until about a year and a half later. He called me drunk and asked me if we would ever be together again because he was talking about getting married to his girlfriend, but if I stood up when the minister asked if there were any objections and said I wanted him back, he would leave her at the altar.

I told him that although he would always have a special place in my heart, I really didn''t think we would ever be together again.

I do think of him occasionally, and I saw him about 9 months ago at a good friend of ours'' funeral who was killed in Iraq. He''s still married and has 2 adorable kids and I''m sure he''s totally over me by this point. He really does have a special place in my heart and I''ll always remember him. I love hearing about everyone''s first loves because I do think of him and our relationship so fondly. It does seem like another lifetime, though!

 

[~*Alexis*~]

umm...no....he could get hit by a truck and i would careless....ok a little dramatic...and harsh but given the circumstances of our relationship, I am GLAD I didn''t end up with him. I have my MR RIGHT, not my Mr right NOW.

He and I do not talk and I could careless if we ever talked again...besides I wouldn''t be talking...i would be screaming.
I occasionally think about him, but not for long. He doesn''t concern me anymore and now he is someone else''s problem. HA!
Newbies-if you do a search you can find my past threads about him...

I had a dream about him the other day asking me for forgiveness to to get back together....I remember slapping him across the face but not much after that.

He really broke my heart and there are somethings about that lifestyle I miss, but it was not worth the pain and suffering in the end.

 

[gwendolyn]

My first love was my first real boyfriend--started dating when we were 15, I finally ended it when we were 20. He was cute--blonde, blue-eyed, played soccer and the trumpet, was very charming, and was suicidally depressed. I learned at a very early age how to be an amateur psychologist because I was the only person he would talk to, and would call me often and tell me he had a razor to his wrists or a bottle of pills he was about to take and that I was the only one who could stop him.

Eventually I realized I wasn't helping him by trying to take care of him, so I dumped him. May seem counter-intuitive (and for years I thought it would destroy him if I did that, which is why we were together for so long), but it was the best thing for both of us. Eventually we could be casual friends again, and we still see each other now and then, once every couple of years. His birthday is exactly 6 months to the day earlier than mine, so at least twice a year I think about him, because we used to celebrate our half-birthdays when the other was celebrating a regular birthday.