posted on May, 25 2011 @ 10:03 PM
Men are not alone in this - women also remember. Some Loves just linger on your heart and you never really move completely on, probably if you really
explored the reason why it is because you left a bit of yourself behind with the dream. I have shades of lingering Loves. The thing is you don't
know sometimes who will stay behind in your memory leaving a lasting mark - some you swear are the end all be all while you are in it - and when it
doesn't work they fade, and some that you dismissed as not important you find linger later. I find the ones I really investigated Love with, I mean
really invested - and it didn't work out, I think of less because I really put energy into it . . . the ones who for ever fated reason I never got to
explore fully, some of those linger behind scattering the what-ifs. With the world of google I have been surprised to find myself contacted by some I
NEVER EXPECTED I left in any lingering way. These experiences leave you exploring your impressions of the past. What I have learned is as a whole we
don't communicate as well as we should in the present. Recapturing the past can be a fools game, I see that often now in my age group. (40-50)
My first Love completely transformed me though, it was unrequited, broke my heart and I never dove as deeply into the confines of my heart again. I
Loved him completly though he belonged to someone else. I thought he didn't think much of me, until he found me early this year and fate found us
both single. I discovered I am still in Love with the 17 year old he once was, with my arm around him - he became that boy. That was 30 years ago
though. We were both overwhelmed and taken aback by the intensity of the feeling that lingered. I bring back his glory days because I remember all
his sporting events, every wrestling match. That is very appealing when you reach midlife and realize mortality is real. Because I am a responsible
adult now - I had to take a step back, we are taking things a step at a time now because we live in the real world and I sense we might just run over
red flags in our haste to run back into fantasy - one that requires relocation and total life change and I have a child to think about.
But it is hard to be sensible, I am breathless, dizzy, confused, and cloudy headed thinking of him. Rational thought seems out of reach. It is the
most terrifying experience of my life. So beware what you wish for.