Username37 Posted January 22, 2011 Posted January 22, 2011 un37 here and doing better and i hope you coping well too can we share some first love stories? like how did you meet? how old were you? how did it end and did you remain friends? and how did you move on? and do you believe that you never forget your first?
tobydog1 Posted January 22, 2011 Posted January 22, 2011 Ok I'll start.... Actually I dreamed about him the other night...( I am dreaming a lot about the past at the mo) My first love but not true one as stbx is that. I met him at school, we were 13 and he was the best looking guy there. I adored him and we would just hang out at the farm where we had horses and take our dogs out. I always had trouble with other girls wanting him but we were together for years. We would race around on his YAM 50 then Triumph Bonneville! We had a few breaks but not for long and were pretty good together. Then I went to University, he never had any career aspirations and we drifted apart. It wasn't heartbreaking like this b/u has been as it was gradual and we had changed so much. A few years later we hooked up for with benefits stuff but he had no job and I knew he was not good H or father material. So it fizzled again with no hard feelings but I still wonder about him and would like to see how he is doing. I have tried to trace him on the net but he seems to have vanished! Wonder why all my dreams are set in my past? Hope this isn't portentious in any way!
angelboots Posted January 24, 2011 Posted January 24, 2011 my first true love was my ex fiancée.... we met at my farewell party in my home town as i was moving for school across the state. At first i was not interested as he came across creepy... he sat at the table with me and my friends and just stared at me for literally two hours with this creepy look of adoration on hes face but I noticed he wasn't drinking. Occasionally one of my friends would talk to him but no one introduced us and i was swamped with friends saying good bye. After the party at the bar wound down, my friends were encouraging me to go back to this persons house to continue drinking and listening to music. They told me they all always went back there when the bars closed but i wasn't sold on the idea as I didn't know who he was or where he lived and when i was explaining that the guy from the bar suddenly jumped down from a tree next to me and said "its my place and i would love if you would come back for a bit and hang out and if you get bored or tired or just feel uncomfortable I will drive you home" He dropped us all off at hes house and my friends all let themselves in and made themselves at home with drinks from hes bar while he went to pick up another car load of people. While he was gone i was looking at all the art work on hes walls.. it was truly amazing. My friend Jody told me "A" had painted them all himself and i fell a little bit at that point. He had pictures of hes kids every where around hes house and a bed room set up for them and i found out he was divorced and owned hes house, had 50/50 custody with hes ex (who was a lesbian but didn't know it when she married him) and he was an artist/ film producer. When he came back he instantly turned on the charm by taking me into the kitchen and making me a coffee while everyone partied into the early hours of the morning and we just talked until 9am the next day completely oblivious to what anyone else was doing. Then it hit that point where its was either leading to us going to bed or me going home.. so i asked for a ride home lol He took my number and was messaging me two hours later. We hung out everyday for the two weeks leading to me moving and on the last day we slept together,,, i rationalized in my head it was a nice fling and nothing more before i left... but then the next day as i was leaving he stopped the car and did the full declaration of love in front of my family and we agreed to try a LDR with him travelling 8 hours every weekend to see me, which only lasted 5 months before he moved across the state to be with me and sold hes house back home. I didn't get to do my course as planned because my youngest daughter had some medical issues that were pretty full on but he and i were together for four years and the love never died.. we just agreed early on that me doing my course was important to me and that i could do it the next year... but one year turned to four and i realised that i would never do it while i was with him and he wanted a stay at home wife which i could never be happy being. I ended it and it was very painful for the both of us. We are essentially NC unless we have to and it always stirs up what if thoughts. I will always love him.. but i am in no way still "in love" with him.. i wish him nothing but happiness
Eeyore79 Posted January 24, 2011 Posted January 24, 2011 I was 17 when my first love started at my school. I still remember the first day he walked into the classroom, and the first time he kissed me When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I thought he was kidding and just messing me about; it took him weeks to convince me that he actually meant it! Thirteen years later I still don't know why he dumped me. I guess that's why I found it so difficult to get over him, and why I was always there when he called and wanted to try again (he backed off again every single time). It took a decade for me to accept that it was over and I might never know why, and I declined his subsequent requests to get back together because I knew it would never work out. I still think about him sometimes, but the feelings I have are those of a seventeen year old girl for a seventeen year old boy; the woman I am now isn't in love with the man that he's become. I sometimes wonder why he dumped me when (as far as I knew) we were so happy and in love, and I wonder what might have been. I ache sometimes when I think of him, but I always think of him as a boy, and that boy is gone now; there's no going back
Author Username37 Posted January 25, 2011 Author Posted January 25, 2011 Thanks for sharing so far. I would like to tell mine. As many of you know, I'm the LS youngin (17) and if it wasn't for this website, I don't know what kind of person I would be at this moment. I now know how to handle future heartbreaks. Anyways, I met mine in the summer of 2008 on Myspace. We had a class before but we only spoke once. I decided to leave her a message, but I didn't know that we would eventually send each other messages EVERY DAY. We eventually met in person and we clicked perfectly. We were best friends for 6 months and everyone knew that we would get together eventually. I chickened out once and she was disappointed but I manage to grew some balls and asked her out. We dated for 1.5 years. It was great but we had our ups and downs. We had some pretty serious arguements, but we managed to get over most of them. We had one break that lasted...I think 4 days that she suggested and ended. We broke up in May 2010 after a stupid arguement about a cake. She made me a cake for our 1.5 year aniversary and I didn't "eat" it right away. So she did the whole "take a break thing" and a day later, she dumps me over the phone. She then proceeded to tell me the typical dumper bull**** and she changed that summer. She became more social and she got with 5 guys that summer in the span of 2 or 3 months. Over that summer, she tried to string me along and even wanted to be friends, but I ignored her the whole time. She now has a new boyfriend after telling everyone that she's not "girlfriend material" and telling me she would not date anyone else in high school and just focus on education. I think about her everyday, but it's not the whole "i want her back" deal. It's more like "you're not the girl that I fell in love with" and mostly angry thoughts. She's a bitch now and I'm surprised that she was once my best friend and someone I saw a future with.
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