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I mean, there was the fact that my first crush moved away and eventually stopped writing to me. That was a bummer. We were about 10 years old. He was clueless but I adored him. I found a heart shaped rock (well, it looked heart shaped to me) and put it in his desk. He found it and was looking at it oddly, and I was staring at him, so he was like "what" and I just looked at it, and he said, "Why did you put a rock in my desk?" and I muttered something about the shape of it, and he continually referred to it as a "triangular" rock and I gave up. I was very sad, that my child attempt at flirtation fell so incredibly flat.
All these years later, I was out on a walk with my fiance...some months ago...and he picked up a rock and handed it to me. It was a heart shaped rock. Tears came to my eyes. There have been many weird little coincidences, it's as though the man had the chance to sit down and watch a highlight reel of my life, and found ways to make little references to obscure points of my history now and again. It's lovely.
But my first "real" heartbreak in context of a "relationship" I guess, was when I was 15. I was involved with a beautiful young man, and he was everything I wanted in a boy. I was so into him. He broke up with me over the phone, and also told me he was going to start seeing one of three very trashy sisters from our school (and not even the pretty one!) and I was SO UPSET. Since nothing mattered anymore, my life might as well have been over and all--very big teenage angst and melodrama!--I bummed a cigarette off a friend and started smoking that night. I regret that. As an adult, I once called a mutual friend, long years after I'd moved away from the town where we lived back then, and that guy happened to be there at the friend's house visiting. I got him on the phone, it was the only time I ever spoke to him in all the years from then to now. I asked him, "Why did you break up with me? And for <her> of all people? I've always wondered. I mean, I was really into you. I would have given a lot to have kept you around, you know." And he said, "Honestly? You scared the hell out of me." Somehow I found that answer very gratifying. I was like, "Oh. Well that's ok then I guess." lol!
My first one? First unrequited love was probably when I was about 10. I had successive unrequited loves of course. Next one was my piano teacher, I was crazy about him, absolutely madly in love with him, though he was 15 years older than me, and he was gay. But good lord my 15 year old hormones were running wild, and that crush lasted several years. I recently looked him up again, he's even handsomer than I remembered. Though of course he is still gay. Maybe that was my first heartbreak. I still like him, if he were to look me up right now and say he wants a relationship, I would jump on it.
My first one? First unrequited love was probably when I was about 10. I had successive unrequited loves of course. Next one was my piano teacher, I was crazy about him, absolutely madly in love with him, though he was 15 years older than me, and he was gay. But good lord my 15 year old hormones were running wild, and that crush lasted several years. I recently looked him up again, he's even handsomer than I remembered. Though of course he is still gay. Maybe that was my first heartbreak. I still like him, if he were to look me up right now and say he wants a relationship, I would jump on it.
Oh. Forgot to mention.
The boy I had my first crush on when we were 10? Heart shaped/triangular rock boy?
I looked him up as an adult, too. He ended up becoming a freaking fighter jet pilot. No joke. Isn't that something?
The boy I had my first crush on when we were 10? Heart shaped/triangular rock boy?
I looked him up as an adult, too. He ended up becoming a freaking fighter jet pilot. No joke. Isn't that something?
Good taste? Mine has a PhD and is a professor and composer.
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about me romantically just ghosted me. That one to this day still p$&@es me off.
No joke. Isn't that something?
