posted on Oct, 7 2009 @ 01:50 PM
First love is magical. They rarely last and maybe that is why they remain like an enigma in our mind we can never quite recaputure or duplicate.
I didn't think I could bare to part with my first love but I did, in 1973 when he left with a group of The Children of God. He was so intense, at
age 18 he was desperate to find "the truth" -- well about a year of traveling with them didn't do the trick. He wrote me a couple of times a
month, with return addresses like: General Delivery, Idaho Springs, CO. I saved every letter. Well I was only 15, and by the time he returned, I had
met someone else. We both went on and believe it or not, 10 years later we met by chance, and tried to pick up where we left off, but it was not to
[edit on 7-10-2009 by Bombeni]