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Julie Zeppieri's avatar

Yes. My first love, when I was almost too young to understand what love even was. We were 13, and he was, for a time, my best friend. You've described the feeling perfectly. I, too, have grown used to this other person who inhabits my heart, and it also hasn't stopped me from romantic entanglements later on in life. While the person does still exist, THAT person (the young man of my youth) does not. For that matter, that young woman who was me then does not exist now either, at least outside of myself. Time has changed us both, but there will always be a part of me that is inhabited by that boy and that love. There will always be that bit of poignancy inside where he (and the younger me) live.

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Anne Shirley's avatar

Hi Shanna, my story is slightly different. My first love was returned but then he couldn't hack it! Afraid of his own feelings, why do they say women are the weaker sex? We seem to be able to deal with our emotions much better! Then a year and a half later, he tells me he loves me! A bit late in the day, he was younger than me but even younger upstairs if you know what I mean! I moved on eventually and met someone else. My first love and I worked at the same place, I left, one, to move on and two, the company were struggling and I thought now's the time to go! I went to a party a few months later and he was there, thought he'd only got to click his fingers and I'd come back but I'd moved on and was happy again! I never forgot him though and he always had a place in my heart, well you do when it was your first true love! I found out he died five years ago this Saturday, only in his 50s! I still remember every year and think about what might have been. he will always be there in my heart, this lodger. Take care Shanna, great live by Andrew last night! Speak soon! xxx

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