sangheili90
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How could I not?
She was precious to me.
It was a wonderful first love. She was the first girl I ever kissed... The first girl who welcomed my caress... the first body other than my own I ever explored.... the first I ever brought to orgasm.
And my first truly broken heart.
Together we spent a year discovering each other's bodies, but also each other's frailties, strengths, and laughter. At an age when a year seemed a very long time.
It was the sweetest and most loving introduction to adult love and sexuality I could have imagined.
When I hear other people's accounts of their first love or first sexual encounters... I count myself blessed.
We never had a fight. Never had that decline so many first loves endure. One day I made love to her in my room, and we whispered intimately in embrace about a future we both saw as lifelong...
And the Next day she called to tell me it was over.
I never even got a kiss goodbye.
That can throw a guy... especially when he's so young.
33 years later- when we had lunch together... she was even more beautiful at 50 than she had been at 17.
She told me she had been forced to break up with me against her will by her abusive mother.
That she had always regretted losing me, and felt she owed it to me to tell me so.
I finally got that kiss goodbye, and it was as sweet as the first.
And I mourned anew the years we had lost.
The way any teen is treated by the first person with whom they fall in love forever alters their perceptions of self.
I taught my sons to be gentle with other souls, because our first tentative steps into love are so impactful.
I never stopped loving that girl, perhaps because I never had a chance to fall out of love with her.
And the pain of losing her as I did remains stark and fresh, because I choose to carry, always, the pure joy I felt in my hand upon her body and her kiss on my lips. - even at 17, I refused to make her a villain in my heart.
I would not surrender that wonderful memory to some jaded dismissal of her or what I was sure she felt.
love is a choice.
WTF, this all happened at 17 and you are now 50........