WARNING!! Mushy, girly, corny post ahead.
Posted Sep 27 at 7:37 PM
They say you never forget your first love, and for most women that is so true. Whether it be just a tiny flame that burns in your heart forever, or a massive inferno that you can never put out, that first flush of love is something you always remember.
If you're not an obsessed, bunny boiler type of chick, you move on with your life, you let the flame become a smouldering ember, you meet other men, you love deeply and ferociously, but that little spark remains. All it takes is a fleeting memory, a small recollection of a different time and place to stoke the fire and a warmth spreads through you. It's a delicious delight.
Today, I had lunch with my first true love. From the very first phone call and email, I was spiraled back to that time when he was the center of my universe. That first rush of love when everything is new and your senses are awakened in such a way that you really feel alive. I know it sounds cliched but you live in the moment, you exalt in the skipped heart beats and fluttery sensations in your belly. Adrenalin surges. You smile brighter, your eyes sparkle, you literally float through your day. Aaahhhhhh!
He moved a few years ago. He's engaged to a beautiful girl. He's happy. He's still a hottie, he still makes my pulse race....Just a little.
He's like that favorite book that you can pick up, flick to any page and be totally immersed in the familiar comfort. Totally enthralled in the story, and never want to put it down. But I do. I have to.
Even as I close the book, or douse the flames, I still consider myself blessed to have felt all those things for him, and I delight in revisiting all that we were.
I might, for half a second, wonder what if? Or question what could have been, but when I walked away today, I didn't feel sad or ache for a past that can never be relived. I was happy. Genuinely happy. Because he is.
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