Who was your first love???

Back in 8th grade I actually made friends with this girl pretty fast! Didn’t know what love really was but apparently I got her down that road when I wrote her a letter and got her a little teddy bear because I accidentally pissed her off (when in reality she wasn’t mad at all). Kind of flirted then I told her I liked then we dated for a few months.

Man I was crazy about that girl, gave her so many roses. she was really sweet she was my first love and kiss. I’ll never forget that! Even if I don’t talk to her I do think about her time to time and while I don’t have feelings for her anymore I still care about her. She left some good marks on me and well she taught me a lot!

I met Jeanne on the school bus when I was in 7th grade, and she was in 9th. We both lived near the end of the bus route, so we were on the bus everyday for a long time. I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

The next year, the bus routes changed and I was on a different bus, so I didn't get to see her that much. Eventually, though, we had a class together and became good friends again.

In the middle of one year, I moved, just to the next small town over. We became phone friends then, spending all our time talking, and writing letters.

When I got to the point I could drive, I went out to her house to visit her. One evening, she took me out to see her horse. She sat on top of the fence at the stable. We talked for a long time, and at some point, she put her arms around me, pulled me in and kissed me. I melted.

Unfortunately, things never last. She graduated high school, met some guy, got married. I moved on, heart broken.

Around 12 years later or so, I hadn't thought about Jeanne in a long time, and had had a few other heartbreaks since then, but one morning, out of the blue, I just had an intense urge to talk to her. I called the number for her husband. That was when I learned that they had broken up years ago. He gave me the number for Jeanne's mom. So, I called Jeanne's mom and just asked her to pass on my number.

A few days later, I got a call. Jeanne was in Las Vegas, and from the sound of it, she wasn't doing all that well. She was involved with a guy who she thought was mixed up in some sort of criminal enterprise. It didn't sound good at all. In spite of that, we talked for a long time, and it was just like it had been when we were kids.

A few weeks later, Jeanne called again. She had left Las Vegas and gone back to live with her mom, who lived just a couple of hours from me. We made plans and got together.

I melted when I saw her. She was so beautiful.

We stayed in touch for a while, and then — nothing. I didn't hear back from her. I had no idea what happened.

A few years later, I got a letter from Jeanne. She had met someone, she said, and gone off and gotten married again, but it didn't work out. We got together again for a while, and again, she just disappeared without a word.

A few years on, I got an email out of the blue. Jeanne, again. She had met yet another guy, and had been married yet again, and it blew up in her face, again. I was in a pretty bad place myself when this happened, so I wasn't all that keen on going through this story again, but Jeanne sounded like she was really on the edge, so we got together.

She came over and visited me. We hung out, went to dinner, saw a movie. I had a small apartment at the time, so I gave her the bed, and I set up on the floor in the living room.

Around dawn the next morning, I woke up to find Jeanne kneeling next to me on the floor. I lifted up the covers and she crawled in. I knew what she was thinking. I knew that she was basically giving me an opening to make a move on her. And I certainly could have. But I didn't. It just didn't feel right. It just felt as if I would have been taking advantage of her when she was vulnerable.

Eventually, she left and drove home. Shortly thereafter, in an email, she said that she had been thinking about me and had decided that I was "innocuous." I knew what she was talking about; I countered that I was just attempting to be a gentleman.

We saw each other a few more times. I introduced her to my friends. I got to meet her kids from her first marriage as she attempted to rebuild a relationship with them.

One day, I called her, and asked what she was up to. She told me that she was getting ready to go to London. On a trip? I asked.

No. She was moving there. She had met a guy online, and had agreed to go to England and marry him.

I'm afraid I lost it a bit, then. This was the sort of rash decision she made all the time that always ended in heartbreak and misery, and by this point, I'd had enough. I told her plainly that I thought she was making a mistake, that this was going to be yet another disaster that she would regret. And I also told her that I wasn't going to be there for her when it all went bad. I was done.

She left. She married the guy. That was almost 20 years ago now, and the last I heard, they were still together. So, I guess, in the end, things worked out for her.

When I think about Jeanne now, I basically have come to the conclusion that I was never really in love with her. I was in love with my image of her, the person she was in my imagination, and that she was never really that person in real life. And even though I have moved on to better things, I still miss her sometimes, or at least miss the idea of her, and wonder what could have been.

Oh, well. So it goes.

It's a sweet story. High school sweethearts, broke up in college to experience life, eventually marrying, and here we are 30+ years later.

He was much older than me. Older than both my parents. I was 14 when I met him and lied about my age. He had lived through so much and always had a story to tell. But when he found out I lied, everything just turned to shit. We broke up due to political differences.

It was a girl who cared so much about me, that it made me push her away. She was my best friend and I wanted her to have someone better.

Cindy. She would physically hurt me every chance she got, so at 8 years of age, I knew it was love! She was my first sloppy kiss too ! Her mom caught us in the stables and just said, "Oh! Excuse me." I had PTSKD (post traumatic sloppy kiss disorder) after that until about a year later when this dirty nosed siren lured me with her pet skunk, and hit me over the head with one of those souvenir baseball bats until I kissed her. I was a kissin fool after that till my luck ran out.

A photographer from NJ.

First real love was my husband. Before that my teenage boyfriend was probably the closest..

My soccer coach when I was 7. He told me he was married and it wouldn't work out between us. 😎

6th grade, a very cute blonde haired, blue eyed new girl in my class. I was instantly head over heels and spent weeks trying to befriend her and get to know her. Finally got my nerve up and told her I,liked her. First time I ever got friendzoned. 😞

Saw her a few years ago, and let's just say time and life had not been kind. Neither had the meth she was addicted to.

I hope my first love turns out to be the one I marry

The girl I married 50 years ago.

Someone. But it was not a love story. It was crap story 😛

Monica. I met her rolling skating, I was 19 she was 17 and a virgin. Went out with her for three years, not even sure why we broke up, but we were definitely in love.

my best friends sister, we flirted often but never actually hooked up. My friend died a few years ago and I saw her at his funeral, I haven't seen her since.

This boy from Egypt who loved science and inventing stuff. We met at a summer program when I was 13. We were together for a year but then he cheated. So that ended.

He was my first BF in high school. We were in 11th grade & started dating 2+ months before we turned 17. And we have the same birthday.

I’m married to her. It’s far from perfect and at times feels very uncertain. But she’ll always take the title of first love.

my best friend was my first love. well more like i was in love with her and didn't have the guts to tell her. she on the other hand had eyes for another man.

Don't remember and hate going back in time thinking about stuff from the past, it depresses me.😑

My 5th n 6th grade teacher Diane... a one-sided "love" of course..👦👍️

Me, when I first saw myself in the mirror.

Fifth grade her name was Kim

A wonderful person i met on EP!

I'd rather forget that bullshit

My current boyfriend 😍

Britney spears

Still hopeful

Prairie Dawn.

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When I knew the woman that become the love of my life, after both our sixties, she redefined what love should mean.
I still miss her.