Where is your first love...?

[sleuth]

My firts love was my classmate...I experienced the first kiss with him,firts emotions ...that special butterfly inside you....that was pure and innocent...

we broke up 5 years ago...

I moved to Australia...he moved london...
he got married and have a baby boy DAVID...we still are friends...sometimes we talk by phone,and everytime i talk to him i feel the same butterfly,nobody makes me feel in that way...but i am happy we broke up ,because we saved our love.. marriage is a invisible boundary that kills love...

share your first love story...feel the nostalgia ( i have to admit nostalgia is kind of cheap feeling) but still its a feeling...

so where is your first love?

To live and love, then love no more. To wake up in the middle of the night and turn over to hold your sweetie, your baby, and find cold emptiness. To give anything, any thing, to just once more touch your loved one's face and taste his lips, breathe his sweet smell. Feel his warmth. Look deep and long into his eyes and say, I love you.

[jahannam]

well the way you describe it... I don't think I've ever felt that way towards anyone.
guess I've never been in love...

[spiral]

but i am happy we broke up ,because we saved our love.. marriage is a invisible boundary that kills love...

I never thought of it that way.

[Anonymouse]

I think people themselves are confused as to what 'love' is.

Better to avoid this subject altogether.

[Hogg]

I don't know where my Nintendo is.

[PASAMONSTER]

my first love is right beside me.

just like the first day i held her in my hand, released the magazine catch, pulled the slide back, and stared in amazement at that big beautiful .50 cal opening.

[loseyourname]

Jarhead, you're xxxxing hilarious - sincerely.

My first love was my highschool sweetheart. She wasn't my first date or anything, but she was the first girl I ever considered a girlfriend: my first meaningful kiss, my first sexual partner. We spent way too much time together the way young lovers tend to do. We snuck around at night into and out of each other's houses, and dreamed of the day when we could just spend the night together in peace (Wouldn't It Be Nice became our song). We were both very idealistic, naive people, and basically felt like being in love would be enough to conquer any obstacle.

Now, I was already accepted to and had decided to attend a college in North Carolina, whereas she had been offered a full scholarship to Scripps, and had her mind set on going there. Well, she changed her mind, and kept it a huge secret from everyone. It just so happened that a school right down the highway from mine had the latest application deadline of any school in the nation. We took it as a good omen and ran with it. She simply listed my home address as her mailing address and her actual address as the permanent one. For whatever reason, the school mailed her acceptance package to her permanent address, and her mother, being a mother, opened it and flipped.

She did try to keep her from seeing me, but it eventually became more than clear that that wasn't going to work, and that neither of us was going to be stopped. So eventually we obtained the relunctant blessings of both of our parents and flew off to be together in the Blue Ridges.

It wasn't exactly what we expected it to be. She is a very jealous and possessive girl, and I'm an extremely flirtatious guy. She didn't handle particularly well the fact that I was at a school living with strange girls she didn't know and she could only see me on weekends.

Anyway, I'll finish this up later.

[spiral]

LOOL

Dude, how old are you?

I've already read like five epic love stories of yours.

Between that and the forum, I don't know how you find time for anything.

[loseyourname]

I'm 23. I try not to miss out on any opportunities. I'd rather regret what I have done than regret what I haven't.

[spiral]

Good Attitude