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An Irish Catholic small town daughter of a fireman falls for a big ciy jewish boy, son of a VERY wealthy doctor.He brings her home to his parents and announces his intention of marriage. World War III errupts in his family. He must choose between them or her. She walked away rather then being the cause of such pain and turmoil. She marries another. He never marries. The End.
An Irish Catholic small town daughter of a fireman falls for a big ciy jewish boy, son of a VERY wealthy doctor.He brings her home to his parents and announces his intention of marriage. World War III errupts in his family. He must choose between them or her. She walked away rather then being the cause of such pain and turmoil. She marries another. He never marries. The End.
how tragic, but are you happy, and if you are that's all that matters
thank you. I am still haunted by the ghost of "what if".
That is why I started this thread, so that everyone who has ever experienced a first love and still remembers it to this day, regardless of how many years it's been, can get it out of your system by talking about it, and put the ghosts to rest, I have very fond memories of some of my past loves, but you never forget your first, but now I can put it to rest and we are still friends
These posts are fun. If we want to broadenit to "past loves" then my answers will change. I think there are cases where you can restart a past relationship. Not all relationships end because they've run their course - sometimes the timing, geography, etc., were just off and at a later date, who knows.
please do elaborate, I'm sure that this could be very interesting.
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One of my "true loves" recently died – it was heartbreaking to me. He was living in Europe – a musician – had a daughter with a woman there, the same year I had a daughter with my ex-husband. We kept in touch with each other's lives through friends. We had been together and in love during our twenties.
Then I got a call in September saying he died suddenly in Amsterdam – he was only 60. I had just been going through his old letters a few weeks before I heard about his death – about the same time that he died. I read each letter, and wistfully sobbed at what might have been had we stayed together. It was my fault because he had moved west, and I stayed east – I regretted it later. Then I discovered that the night I was going through the old letters was when he died -- maybe his spirit had touched me to read about our past. I received lots of photos from a friend who attended the memorial, and have those to keep.
He was a great guy, a fun man, very upbeat, and I miss him. I am grateful for the time we did have together because those memories still seem so real and vivid, and time does not diminish such feelings of love. I am sure he is making the other angels laugh!
please do elaborate, I'm sure that this could be very interesting.
first, nanannie, that's an amazing story.
ditto: lol
I do go through phases where I start thinking about past relationships and wonder if they could be re-ignited. Then a few weeks later I can't even imagine that I would think about that person. There was just one person when I was living overseas (he was Canadian, this was in Europe) and we both set off each other's shy gene or something. We spent, like, 6 months going to where the other person would be, walking up, saying two words, and then running in the opposite direction. My friends were going to kill me they were so frustrated! Then one day, a month before I was supposed to return to the US, I dropped a note in his mailbox telling him I was sorry nothing had ever worked out between us. A few hours later I was downtown shopping and he was running after me - he had been looking for me throughout the entire city - he ran up, said "I got your note". But then ... we just couldn't do the Hollywood thing, I bumped into a friend, he sort of walked off and said shyly "I'll ... see you later ..." ... ugh.
One of my "true loves" recently died – it was heartbreaking to me. He was living in Europe – a musician – had a daughter with a woman there, the same year I had a daughter with my ex-husband. We kept in touch with each other's lives through friends. We had been together and in love during our twenties.
Then I got a call in September saying he died suddenly in Amsterdam – he was only 60. I had just been going through his old letters a few weeks before I heard about his death – about the same time that he died. I read each letter, and wistfully sobbed at what might have been had we stayed together. It was my fault because he had moved west, and I stayed east – I regretted it later. Then I discovered that the night I was going through the old letters was when he died -- maybe his spirit had touched me to read about our past. I received lots of photos from a friend who attended the memorial, and have those to keep.
He was a great guy, a fun man, very upbeat, and I miss him. I am grateful for the time we did have together because those memories still seem so real and vivid, and time does not diminish such feelings of love. I am sure he is making the other angels laugh!
Now that bought a tear to this Old Romantics eye,it's good to have such memories,they will be with you forever.
I do go through phases where I start thinking about past relationships and wonder if they could be re-ignited. Then a few weeks later I can't even imagine that I would think about that person. There was just one person when I was living overseas (he was Canadian, this was in Europe) and we both set off each other's shy gene or something. We spent, like, 6 months going to where the other person would be, walking up, saying two words, and then running in the opposite direction. My friends were going to kill me they were so frustrated! Then one day, a month before I was supposed to return to the US, I dropped a note in his mailbox telling him I was sorry nothing had ever worked out between us. A few hours later I was downtown shopping and he was running after me - he had been looking for me throughout the entire city - he ran up, said "I got your note". But then ... we just couldn't do the Hollywood thing, I bumped into a friend, he sort of walked off and said shyly "I'll ... see you later ..." ... ugh.
WOW, Bummer, love lost
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