My first "Love" was a handsome junior in highschool that I would have done anything for. And he would have done anything for...well...a friend of mine. Damn that one hurt.
Still, I chalk it up as the first time I had that wobbly knee feeling and I learned just what hormones would do.
To this day I think of him occassionaly, or, not really him, but the "feeling"
I think at times we look back because we miss the feelings much more than the person.
My first love given back was my first husband. Given he's the father of my kids I still love him, but if I EVER come on here and say something was re-kindled, hit ME with the shovel...please.
