This reads like a bad romance novel for teens. …
My first love died almost 20years ago. We weren’t together when he died. We were in our late teens 17&19 when we were ‘in love’ and it was a very innocent love - we were together for just under 2 years. I made the decision we shouldn’t be together for reasons that probably felt important at the time but I honestly don’t remember why.
He told me years later I broke his heart and I never really got over hurting him like that but like any other teenage boy he moved on relatively quickly. We remained friends for a while and dated others. I moved away had a happy time with relationships and life and kids and he married and had a son, they divorced and he struggled with life afterwards, then he died.
Today would have been a milestone birthday for him. We used to say if neither of us were married when he turned this age then we would get married on this birthday.
While my heart goes out to his ex-wife and their son whose loss is far greater than mine, I can’t help but feel sadness at him not being here to honour our silly teenage pact, or at least laugh about it. I feel like I’m not entitled to sadness today but I’m sad anyway.
I love my partner and kids, and every other day of the year for the past 20years including the anniversaries of his death has never hit me like this.
I know we would never have been getting married today as we both moved on and grew up but I’d loved to have been able to talk to him and laugh about it and reminisce about our teenage years. He was such a huge part of that.
I’m just so bloody sad today and feel
silly and can’t really explain why to people as they’ll think I’m mad. So I’m posting about it here to strangers.
Today I miss my first love on my make believe wedding day. It’s as ridiculous as it sounds.