He was my first love and the love of my life. we met 15 years ago…he told me he loved me…whether or not he meant it then, I loved him. and of course, our teenage relationship was short lived, and I was crushed, but I carried on and so did he. He traveled, joined the army, did his fair share of “living it up” and me…well, I went to school, got married, and had 3 children. In this process, I lost my identity. I stopped hanging out with my friends, I stopped drawing and painting, I stopped calling my family, and I became a frumpy shut in. I was barely 25 years old.
One day though, an e-mail from my long lost love came through on a networking site. “Call me sometime. Let’s catch up. I’m glad to see you’re doing great for yourself.” I froze and my ears turned red. what do i do? Do I e-mail him back? i’m married. Granted I am not happily married…this is the love of my life…this is the man I thought of everyday since I was 15 years old. This is the man that I dreamt would rescue me from this miserable path I had chosen to walk. He’s here, now…..what do I do?
