I was getting ready to log off the computer for the night and I began reading these wonderful stories. I guess we all have that love we can fall back on to remember when.....Mine happened after my 18 year marriage ended so I guess it wouldn't be considered a youthful passion, but he was my first love. Sometimes I wonder if it's only one time in your life that you feel that intense passion? I know I have never felt it again. This man was beautiful inside and out. Our relationship lasted for 4 of the best years of my life. We lived in different cities for awhile, but we were always meeting. It was nothing for us to fly to Dallas one weekend, to Miami for another weekend. We went to Key West several times. It didn't matter what we did because everything we did was magic.
The one thing I remember is in a restaurant, he would always touch my cheek with the back of his hand and tell me how soft my skin was and I would melt right there in the restaurant. The first time I was with him, he brought me a rose and kissed my cheek.
If I had a problem, he dropped everything to listen to me. I mean, he really listened to me. He didn't try to "fix" the problem like most men. He just listened. He taught me to always "look at the big picture." When I had problems at work, he would say "A man can have as many masters as he needs to" meaning that I could suck up to the boss and get through the day.
I always got the most beautiful jewelry from him. He just knew how to treat a lady.
I moved to his city and we were so happy. But, sadly, it just didn't work out. He was Catholic and his divorce had always bothered him. He had two sons and they were always on his mind. He tried to spend as much time with them, but he felt it wasn't enough. So, one day he told me he didn't know what he was going to do with his life. His ex-wife had been putting a lot of pressure on him about his sons. He wanted to be a good Dad and he was so torn. I know without a doubt he loved me, but he still left me. I was beyond broken hearted. I stopped eating and wanting to stop living.
I moved away---5 hours away. After four months, he contacted me and said he had made a terrible mistake and wanted me back. We tried to make it work, but it just didn't. I can't explain why. We weren't mad at each other and the same love was there. The passion didn't die--we were still red hot lovers. But, we just couldn't make it work.
He ended up remarrying his ex-wife. He has called me twice since we ended our relationship 13 years ago. A couple of years ago, he called my office. When I heard his voice, I melted. He just wanted to tell me that he thinks about me everyday and his greatest fear is when he dies, he knows his final breath will be saying my name. When I hung up the phone, I cried.
Now, my husband is an absolutely wonderful man and we have been together since '94. We laugh and have a great time being together. When he is away, I miss him terribly. I know I was probably supposed to be with him because he is all the things you look for when you want to settle down with someone. We are happy together and I am glad I married him.
But, tonight, when I read your stories, all my memories came back of my past love. I guess we never get over them. To this day, I can't say one negative thing about him. In fact, I never could.