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writes:Stories of first loves? Did it last? How old were you? What went wrong? Do you still think of them? Are you still together?Stories, please. I'm interested :) Reply to this Question
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reader, Jackalus  +, writes (21 February 2011):
My first love wow er my best friend was my first crush but my first love is the girl I'm hung up on ATM she is beautiful and I just can't stop think about her I had a dream that we were in a very serious relationship and after that night I had that dream I can't get her out of my head but I still haven't told her
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reader, anonymous, writes (23 January 2011): Just to add a happy story to this. I was my current boyfriend's love from afar since he was 13. We started dating when we were 16. We got engaged at 25. Married at 27. And we have a beautiful 1 year old daughter now, at 36. We're very much each other's first loves and I love him more and more everyday. :)
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reader, chigirl  +, writes (23 January 2011):
 Depends on if you loved your first boyfriend. I didn't love or particulalry care for my first boyfriend, and we stayed together for just two or three weeks... so I barely count him in. I'd definitely not call him a "love" of mine.
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reader, anonymous, writes (22 January 2011): is there a difference between first boyfriend and first love?
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reader, anonymous, writes (22 January 2011): My first love ...Joey. 5th grade I was 10, he was a couple years and one grade older, he never tried to kiss me but wanted to touch my budding lady bits. Then my parents decided we just had to move to California! Ugh!My next love was a distant relative I met at a family BBQ when I was 16. He was my first everything! But gramma nixed it. Apparently, Cousins are cousins no matter how many times removed.1996, snowed in, discovered AOL, and had many hot torrid online romances before settling with a nice guy 1000 miles away. That one left a big scar in my heart. But now I think of him fondly and wish him nothing but the best...2009 found a keeper right next door when I moved back home!!!
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reader, anonymous, writes (22 January 2011): my first love was when i was 13, i adored him he was 3 years older than me, we were together for about 6 months i still think of him sometimes I've seen him twice since then. My second love was when i was 15 i got pregnant he didn't want to no he hasn't spoken to me since my beautiful son is now nearly 6. I'm now with the love of my life he's everything you could ever look for in a guy he's beautiful, trustworthy, honest, caring, romantic to me he's perfect. he's great with my son too we met online last year we've spent every day together he brought me to Paris for our first anniversary, for my birthday he brought me to Glasgow and for our summer holidays we went to Lanzarote. i cant imagine life without him now and he feels the same. were soul-mates.
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reader, anonymous, writes (22 January 2011): First love is a sweet memory, unless it comes back to haunt you. It's become really easy for first loves to find you with today's technology. I was contacted by my first love after 25 years. We were both happily married (to others). What happened almost ruined my marriage. My first love ended up divorcing his wife, but I stayed with my husband. I am still trying to recover. The moral of this story is: if you are married, and you want to stay that way, do not respond to contact from an old flame no matter how innocent it seems. All those "first love" emotions do not die. They lie dormant and can be awakened by contact. Once you open Pandora's Box, it becomes real hard to shut it.
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reader, anonymous, writes (22 January 2011): Ah, first love. Mine wasn't so sweet. I fell in love with my first love at 16 and we stayed together until I was 18. It was a relationship filled with emotion and passion, but a lot of the time the emotion was hurt, pain, and sorrow. We fought a lot and he tried to turn me into someone I wasn't, as I did to him. By the end of the relationship, neither one of us was able to recognize ourselves. He was okay, I was so bothered by it. He also tried to pressure me into marriage (he was an illegal immigrant) for his papers and the relationship ended up all about sex and marriage. I had to end it. The good times with him were the most amazing times, but it had to end. Love wasn't enough. We just weren't right for each other.
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reader, MonksDaBomb  +, writes (22 January 2011):
 Let's see, the first crush I had was in kindergarten (around age 5 for non-Americans on this site) and his name was Scott. Obviously I had no idea what love was at that age, but I thought he was very, very cute and I still remember he sat behind me at an event in our gym. We sat on the floor and I said hi to him and he said hi back. I eventually asked him if he liked me and he shook his head yes and I asked him if he loved me and he shook his head no so hard I thought his head was gonna roll off his neck! We went to different middle school and I haven't seen him since.
My first love was in high school (ages 15-18) and his name was Jake. We were best friends first and got to know each other freshman year of high school. We did everything together, sat with each other at lunch if we had the same lunch time, walked home from school together every day, went to prom together senior year. Then I made the mistake to write a note to him to tell him how I felt and he wrote a note back to me and thanked me for feeling that way but he didn't feel the same. Well, things just got so awkward then that we didn't really hang out much since then. We continued chatting after high school and some of college, but he had a girlfriend and considered it cheating to talk to me while he had a gf. We haven't talked in almost 10 years and I miss his friendship terribly.
I met my current love and soul mate online about 2 years ago. We're perfect for each other and are engaged. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. I have no realized, comparing how I feel with this man to Jake, that I never really loved Jake. It was probably more of an infatuation or even I fell in love with the idea of having a boy in my life for the first time, but I truly love my current man with all of my heart and can't picture me with anyone else. I was 25 going on 26 when we met. Sad, I know, having my first true love at that age while going to school with girls who seemed to have a different boy every week and I certainly got called names (most people thought I was a lesbian since I never had a bf) but I have the most perfect man in the world and we'll be together forever, no doubt.
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reader, sammi star +, writes (22 January 2011):
 I'm the same as chigirl, the first man I ever loved was admired from afar. He was much older than me so although at the time I wanted more than anything to be with him I can look back now and appreciate that he was a decent man who didn't do anything about my love for him!
So my first 'real' love, as in the first guy I was in a serious relationship with was when I was 16 and he was 18. Very intense as most things are at that age and we spent every second of every day together when I wasn't at school. I fell pregnant (not planned and we were using contraception) and almost a year after we met we had a beautiful baby daughter. Now I'm sure if we hadn't become parents we would've got along quite nicely head over heals in love until things eventually fizzled out. Unfortunatly I grew up instantly and he didn't. I'm not going to go into too much detail but it turned out he wasn't the perfect man I thought he was. He was an immature, selfish and agressive boy. We stayed together seven years though as I thought that was the best thing for our family. Until I woke up one day and realised it would be better for my daughter to have 2 happy parents who were apart than 2 miserable ones that stuck together with no love. Sad thing is, he doesn't have anything to do with our daughter now really. I'm with someone else and have been for quite a while. He's very close to my daughter, he doesn't try to play dad but he's a fantastic role model and a friend to her. First loves are so intense and all consuming but that's rarely how love is when you're older. Sure, you still get the butterflies and fall head over heels when you meet that special someone but it also becomes much more about mutual respect, putting the other person first and being best friends aswell as lovers.
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reader, chigirl +, writes (22 January 2011):
First love.. let's see, you mean the first boy I was ever in love with, or the first boy I was ever serious in a relationship with?
First guy I was in love with was when I was 14 and he was 18, and didn't even speak my language. So fair to say it was a distance admiration that lasted for a couple of years. Nothing ever happened between him and me, at most I got a smile.
First guy I was in a serious relationship I was madly in love with... and he was madly in love with me. We were over the top, house on fire, and I moved into his place after only one month, and he proposed to me after four months and I accepted. He bought me a diamond ring and all, but never even told his mother. Then a year into it he changed his mind about me, didn't love me after all. Then changed his mind and wanted me back, saying he loved me above all else and wanted me for life. Then broke it off again. Then wanted back together. I broke off the engagement at some point, but we were still together for a while after that. We were still living together all this time, but I think it was the 6th time when he started to have doubts that I just broke it off finally. He begged to have me back, but enough is enough and my heart was shattered. I had even tried on wedding dresses, and then this guy keep changing his mind every month. It was the hardest thing I've experienced really, and I've gone through some tough shit in my life. A broken heart hurts like nothing else. Everything I had imagined was shattered, it was like there was nothing else to live for, and I could understand how some take their own life after a breakup. There was nothing left when I had to remove him from my life. And he was my first true love, the one I gave my all and everything to, and back then I used to believe you can only love one person in your life and that the love will last forever.
My ex-fiancée stole that gullible idea of love away from me I guess, and it made me more cynical. Love can surely die, in my case I had to kill the love I had for him in order to move on. It was the strongest and most passionate love I've yet to experience, and I hope I can reach that level of intensity again in my life with someone more deserving. But that is yet to be seen, and will probably take some time now that my heart has gotten more cynical and wont open so easily.
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reader, Blonde68 +, writes (22 January 2011):
 Ahhh.... First Loves!
I was 15 when I met my first love and he was 19. We lasted 6 years believe it or not. But because we were young, we would breakup occasionally and sometimes argue.
But following the breakups and when we got back together he would accuse me of sleeping with other guys, and then he would drink and become very violent.
Eventually when I was 21 I came to my senses and decided that I could no longer be a punch bag for someone who had a jealous and violent streak.
We parted and I havent seen him since, despite him living only half an hours drive away.
I do still think of him occasionally, not very often, in fact only yesterday I thought of him, but not because I want to be with him or anything like that, I was just reflecting on my life.
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