I was 14, he was 17. This was over twenty years ago, in another country. We were besotted. It was so so much more than a teenage crush.
I wasn't from that country either, I had moved there with my parents when I was a baby as my father had been offered a job.
I was sixteen when my father's job came to an end and we had to move back to my home country. He came with us to the airport, my heart was shattered saying goodbye.
We kept in touch for a while, but it was too painful for us, for me mostly.
I grew up, got married, had kids, got divorced, moved continents, jobs, fourteen years went by.
Then one day( ten years ago now) I thought "fuck it" where is he, what happened to him, why am I still thinking about him. So I put my big girl detective pants on and spent a good week trawling the internet. No joy. I had a phone number from way back then, it was a public telephone kiosk next to the peteol station opposite his parents house! We didn't have mobile phones back then, I used to call the kiosk at seven each evening! God that sounds crazy now but it was perfectly normal back then
I worked out the area code and called the number a few times that week, obviously nobody answered. Tried again and a woman walking her dog picked up. Strangest conversation in my life followed but she knew who I was talking about because the family still lived in the same house. She mentioned that he had moved away to live in another country and was working for a huge, very well known multi national company.
Googled and googled and then BANG!
His picture on their website, email and office number! Holy fuck!
Long story short. Emailed him, got a response. A few months later we met up. Still living in different countries though. We got back together for a LDR. But due to the crash, and visa issues it just proved impossible.
I am married again, and he is also now married. We still email eachother every week, nobody knows.
I will love him till I die, simple as that. I love my husband too, but in a different way.
What a strange world we live in.
So now, with my own daughters, who are the age I was when I met him! I listen to their "men" troubles and think
"Is he another him, maybe it's not just a teenage crush after all.
Very weird place to be . . .