Quote by lifeafterdeath
Yeah, I have. Fell out of it though, person wasnt what I thought they were.
Thats it..YEAH
Quote by stephanie
The key word here being "Love"......
Only twice.....
In College I fell heavily for the girlfriend of a really good friend of mine... He was studying Medicine and was frequently very busy... They married and she moved to where we lived and I ended up keeping her company while he was busy... We used to go to Art Galleries and Foreign movies and stuff... I adored her, and I know that she liked something about me.....
On one rather drunken afternoon, (why am I telling you this) we undressed and sat on the edge of the bed in my apartment...... She took off a plaid miniskirt as I remember.... And I remember... I wanted her, I seriously wanted her and I did, (I still do) love her.....
And I couldn't...... And in truth she couldn't.... It simply wasn't right..... So we hugged and we cried a bit and we didn't... And eventually we re-dressed like people in a bad play..... Awkward and innocent.....
(My GOD!!!!! Was that 20 years ago????!!!!????)
We see each other occasionally to this day..... I smoke, she doesn't...... Every time I go for a smoke at parties she follows and we talk..... She's happy and I love her still..... I'll be honest with you guys, usually I have a different girl when we share these soirees.... Usually, given my job, a younger girl....
She, (my mate's wife) always "tsk, tsks" at me like I'll never learn..... And tells me she's happy.... And I believe her..... And I love her still.....
(She's almost 50 now..... Still as beautiful as ever......)
The Second One.......
Do you know what....... ?
Let me just think about the first one for a while..... (Sigh!)
xx SF
Quote by Magical_felix
This is probably the most considerate thing I have ever read.
Quote by emilykiss
Hi Jack, you might want to retract the above statement...
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/ms-x.aspx
Quote by RavenStar
Many times. It's always a sort of relief to fall out of love when you can't have what you want. Then there's the memory of what could never be, a dull ache in the chest where before it was a tempest. And you move on, an extra mark on your weathered heart.