First Love - GBE2 Week 5

Nothing and no one has ever compared favorably to my first love. Nothing has ever matched the intensity. No one has ever matched his gentle, caring nature.

It’s not that I never loved again, but it was never the same. There was never another “our song”. There were never again kisses whose heat set the world on fire.

The “mutuality” of that love has never been duplicated. That feeling of complete and total acceptance, respect and trust has never been as fulfilling as it was then.

Maybe it was the innocence, the youthfulness, the lack of cynicism that made it so. I don’t know. But, I dreamed for years of going back to that time, to that place, to once again feel wrapped in love’s protective cocoon.

I no longer pine, but am able to look back with fond memories of those days. Once in a while I wish things had been different, but with time comes understanding of self. Today’s self is not yesterday’s self. Today’s self, in so many ways, is an improved model. But, every once in a while a bit of yesterday appears and wishes to return to the innocence and trust of youth, of first love, of first passion.

As the song from that time goes:

Those were the days my friend;

We thought they’d never end….

For we were young and sure to have our way.

Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days