I started dating him my Sophomore year of high school. He called me up on the phone one night out of nowhere and asked me to go to Homecoming with him. I had never talked to him before in my life but I had seen him and I thought he was cute. That was the beginning of the greatest love of my life.
Mama didn't like the idea of me going to Homecoming with him. I was 15 and he was almost 19. I guess she saw how excited I was about going with him and decided it would be okay. The next week he picked me up from school one day because we decided we should probably spend some time together first and get to know each other. This guy really warmed my heart and put butterflies in my stomach. From the first moment he grabbed my hand I knew I loved him.
We went to Homecoming together that Saturday. He was so handsome. After that we spent all of our time together. We had to deal with all the typical teenage jealousy stuff but it still didn't change the fact that we really loved each other.
After nine short months the time had came for us to take the relationship to the next level. I was a virgin and I am still under the impression that he was one also, but was never really clear on that. We made love on the couch in my living room. He was so gentle and when he saw it might be hurting me, he quit.
We were great for a year after that. We were perfect for each other. There comes an end to love that young though. By the time I was 18 years old so much had changed. I was growing up. I saw so much to life. I wanted to be free to enjoy all the stuff that I knew he wouldn't let me enjoy. I needed to be able to date other guys and go out with my friends. It was a need, not a want. If we would have gotten married then we would not have lasted.
Then there comes regret. I am going to be 24 next week. I have already been married and divorced once. I've dated plenty of guys by now. I am tired of going out with my friends and they are all married anyway. No guy has ever loved me as much as he did. He told me that would happen. I've never loved anyone as much as I love him. He also told me that would happen. I miss him. I want him to hold me in his arms again. I want to hear his voice. No, I dont' want that stuff, I need it. It's a need, not a want. I heard he moved to Mississippi.
I miss you! You know who your are! Please call me if you read this. I love you. You were right about everything. I know that you will see this because we are meant to be.