How do you remember your first love?

I met my first, and only, love in a backpacker's hostel in a small resort town in Northern Ireland when I was 23. It was all rather dramatic really. I was traveling with my mum, a bit of a side trip after visiting family for a few weeks and before returning to Canada. He was Canadian as well, only French-speaking. The first moment we set eyes on each other in the hostel kitchen we both knew that that was it. The rest of my trip was almost like something out of a movie, only not the kind you'd think, more comedy than romance, but still the most unforgettable week of my life. There was the obligatory drunkenness, of course (it was Ireland, we were 23, what do you expect?); lost passports and plane tickets; mad last-minute train trips cross-country to retrieve said items; airline strikes; intimate moments in unusual places (once again, it was Ireland, we were 23, hotels are bloody expensive, what do you expect?); chance encounters with minor celebrities; one bomb blast; a car accident involving a very narrow road, a very large caravan, a steep cliff, a stone fence and a couple hundred very irritated Sunday motorists; along with myriad other insanities.

Four months after returning to Canada I moved half-way across the country and learned a new language in order to be closer to him. We were together for a bit more than a year and then I decided to call it off because we couldn't seem to figure out if our relationship was going anywhere and he was going to be heading to grad school who-knew-where the following year and I thought he was just far to relaxed about the entire situation. Probably the single worst decision I've ever made, but as I was only 24 at the time I blame it on my being young and rather stupid. That being said, we're still in contact and see each other whenever we're in each others' remote vicinity (we've both moved since that time) and still hope to work things out geographically, occupationally and otherwise so we can make a go of it again. Frustrating in an entirely different way but frustrating nonetheless.

Cheers.

I wish it could be a happy story that ends on a sad note, like his parents moved away and thus we were seperated, but destined to always love each other... no such luck here though.

It was good and bad, we did love each other desperately, but it didn't work out. We were exactly alike to make it a powerful bond, but there were some things we were pole opposites on, and it killed us. I'd like to remember him for the good things, but it was the bad things that left the impression.

Without this turning into a big sob story, suffice to say that I wish things had been different or that I had never met him at all. He never had a chance, and neither did I.

I'll be taking a bar of chocolate to bed with me now Reader! If I'm up all night watching When Harry Met Sally then I blame you.

Mine, also like a few others above me, was a crush. Him and I started off as neighbors, and over time we grew to become very good friends. I met him when I was ten, and I'm seventeen now. If I never met him, my life would significantly be different. He was my biggest role model growing up, and my biggest crush for six long years.

To keep this short: We grew older and we kind of went or separate ways. I see him every now and then, and we exchange a few words. I never told him that I used to have the biggest crush on him, though! *Sigh* Maybe some day I'll actually have a story like the answers above me! This wasn't such a great of an answer but I wanted to make my contribution!

And yes, by the way, that seems pretty frustrating. Your first love story just reminded me of that movie with Jennifer Aniston, The Object of My Affection!

Ah yes. Kindergarten if I remember. We would go out in the far field even though the supervisors said it wasn't allowed. Then we would chase each other around. Because that's what you do when you're in love, right? You play tag.

Well that's what I do :|

I think we were both thought we were going to get married one day.

Ha ha ha. Love makes you stupid sometimes! That and being five.

I can say frustrating. I can also say abused. My first "true" love was a wretched wench. (You must say this like Elmer Fudd for the full effect). I was awestruck, and she -- beautiful. A couple of years later (engaged by now) she started with the verbal abuse, then the physical. I never hit back. I was twice her size, and could have easily hurt her. After breaking up with her a countless number of times, I finally ended it for good. I could go on and on with this particularly long, true, and awefull story -- but I won't right now.

I have not had internet for awhile (living in a PO-DUNK town on a job assignment) and I just wanted to answer at least one question from each contact to say IT'S NOT MY FAULT! Man, not having internet sux.

I do not want you to give me the b/a for this miserable story. Please give it to someone that had a wonderful experience -- I would.

♥ B

Alas, I have not yet had a first love. I've had tiny crushes and stuff, but nothing more.

I've *read* about true love, though. Just never felt it. Hopefully, that day will come. Soon. I'm growing impatient.

I'm a bit too socially awkward to actually get into that battlefield, though.

My first love was in high school and I screwed it up! It had a painful ending due to me wanting to go out with other guys then figuring out that's not what I should have done! We had been together for two years as I recall. Young love hurts so bad!!!!

I can say frustrating! I can also say very hurtful. Sigh!

I don't know... it's weird. He was a boy from High school who I adored and admired from afar for a while before I even got the nerve to get to know him. So it was one of those, more liked who I thought he was from his reputation than really liking him.

but then I did get to know him and to be honest, he's the only reason I passed physics. Best tutor ever... but that may have just been casue I didn't want to let him down.

We never dated, but I did love him. And now, whenever I think of him, it's more frustration at myself for never making a move or anything... a bit silly, but oh well.

I still talk to him from time to time... he's still as lovely as ever.. but he just got engaged :P

and his fiancee horribly nice :P

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I think if you loved someone, you'll never completely forget them because there was something about them, either real or completely imagined on your end, that made them somewhat unforgettable, if even that was only for a short while.

Honestly, I've never been in love.

Looking back, they were probably stupid crushes.

I'm just trying to enjoy myself while I'm young. Love comes next when I'm older.

What is love? I'll find out later when I'm older and when I actually fall in love.

"Love is like a flower; with proper nurturing it blooms and flourishes as each day passes."

Sure, you'll say you were in love now. 5 years later you'd just describe it as a silly crush.

I remember my first love as a good start to finding out who I am and what I want out of life.