OH yes. I was 15, he was 17. It started at the end of one school year, proceeded through warm summer nights on blankets under cherry blossoms and continued through the next school year. He was a hot ticket, though and moved on. I grieved for 3 years...didnt date. He moved to California and I went to college. We bumped into each one night back in our home town. We spent the weekend in a hotel room. He went back to Cali. We talked on the phone for days until his girlfriend called and asked me to stop. I did and carried on with my life until I Googled him one day and found his very premature obit. I cried like a baby.
But my soulmate was my 2nd husband, the father of my sons. I loved him through thick and thin...cheating, lying and absence. He chipped away all my rough edges and left me the crazy diamond that I am today!! I am grateful because he made me woke and I made myself whole from the experience. Brilliant!
Ready for new adventures!!!!

No, the 3rd... a unique time, not all that much good going on, pretty bad, actually except for that plus mine, hers and our music... it was long distance, managed 3 months a year and Skype the other 9 for 5 years... geography is a bitch!

I was in college. He was my best friend. He didn't feel the same way back. Broke my heart. After some time apart, we came back together as friends, and are still close today. One of the dearest people in my life.

Yes.

I have been looking for something even close, ever since.

I was 16. I thought she was older, because she hung out with other guys. She smoked. She had tattoos. She used to listen to me play guitar at the student lounge at the University of Alaska. One day, I screwed up what little courage I had, and gave her the finest love letter I had in me at the time.

She politely declined the offering of my heart. So, I thought: "chalk it up to experience." I really had no idea of how to approach girls at all, and I was used to failure.

Some months later, I was watching a friend in a production of "The Martian Chronicles", and she came and sat down beside me. We had a nice chat. And, as the play was ending, she leaned over and kissed me, and invited me to her house the next day.

That night, on the walk home, I believe I was the happiest man who ever lived.

The next afternoon, I rushed over to her house, breathless. She made iced tea for me, and took me downstairs, and initiated me into the mysteries of love. And it was perfect.

It stayed perfect for two months, and then her family moved to Florida, and we were just a bit too young to make a go of it on our own. So we never had the whole break-up and disenchantment thing happen. It was another two long years before I had another girlfriend. I still feel the sting of those years.

Now, I am much older, and I recognize that things do not have to be perfect, to be good. And I'm largely OK with that. But the flavor of raspberry lip-gloss is still sacred to me.

To answer your questions in order: Yes, not as I wanted, for a period of time, yes and agreed.

The first guy I was in love with ended up being verbally abusive, thankfully I left after he started getting physical, we were together 1.5 years. Me my ex shortly after and we were married for 21 years.

Not sure if I’ve met my “true love”

I still feel the love, the quiet moments together, but my first was a perfect blameless tragedy, we had a summer of romance and bed room business affairs and then she went home to Kenosha, we were kids and time made us lose interest, but there isn't any bad connotations from that time for me, and every independence day I think of my punk rock love that left.

I still love every one of my exes, even the ones I hate.

I agree. You are correct.

For me, I never really had true love. There were romantic episodes in my college years however. In particular I remember one handsome man with red hair... But nothing happened.

I don't mind. It's OK. Maybe in the next life.

I don't think so. I was 11.

She was 41 I was 40, it lasted 3 months, was 19 years ago and I still feel it. Needless to say it ended poorly. She cheated on me, lives 2 states away now, yet we still talk and probably will talk today.

No not really, I love in a fairly passionately/passionless way. I think because I leave very often . I am a drifter and move around I am now 70 y.o. and have had many different jobs and many different qualifications. It has been an interesting life and I am now slowing down quite a lot but I think being friends is probably my blissful option as well as moving on which is blissful option number 2.

Yes, I can still feel my first love, though maybe by now it's just memories of love. I was 15, and we were only together for about 6 months, when she broke it off. But my main true love, that I can still feel, but sometimes wish I couldn't, is for my wife of 35 years. Unfortunately, we are divorced now. Long story.

Absolutely. My first true love came into my life when i was about 22, 50 years ago. We lasted about a year, and it was intense and wonderful on every level. But neither of us was prepared to settle down, at least that's how I saw it, and travelling the world was at the top of my list. To this day, I remember Genevieve with love, or lust, who knows. A few years back i did a search of her maiden name, but found nothing. It's not an obsession, but certainly always at the top of my nostalgia triggers. Lol

I was so young that it probably wasn't really love. But I remember him to this day. And I have to admit I've had deeper cuts later in life

Yes it was. It's funny I didn't even know what love was back then, but I will never love another man like that ever again.

It absolutely was. It was 45 years ago and I still think of her, however I also feel the same for all the ones that followed. I say that if I had stayed with #1, I never would have met #2, and if I had stayed with #2, I never would have met #3, etc.