A Long Time Ago and Still a Lovely Memory
I married my first love
in 1968. I was 19; he ws 22. We separated 2 years later and divorced a few years after that. But this is not a sad story or a bah humbug romantic hooey story. We loved each other. We still do. We keep n touch and see each other every decade or so now. Some years back, I paid his way to my second wedding over 20 years after our own marriage ended. Yesterday, I looked him up on Google images and sure enough, there was my guy at 60+ , clean shaven for the first time in 30 years. Looking very much like himself at 5, at 15, at 25. We shared lovely times: college, early adulthood, the choice of the life paths we would follow. The kind of thing many of you are experiencing now. When we married, we were too young for forever married, for forever lovers - we had too much to do, too much to learn to journey together, we needed to travel alone and with others -- but not too young for forever friends, not too young for forever kindness not too young for forever memories.