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when I was happily married I often told people, "The difference between
your first love and your true love is that the first love you think you
cannot live without, and your true love you realise that you can live
with forever. Sometimes they are the same person, but most often they
are not."
Turns
out my ex was neither. Not only can I live without him, but I also
can't live with him. I don't mean to disparage my relationship with him.
I did love him, and part of me will always love him.
However
loving him was a choice. I thought it was a mature kind of love, not
the all consuming love that I had felt for my "first love." After all
how could I ever feel "first love" euphoria again? Naturally the first
time I felt romantic love could never be repeated. I can feel in love
with a second, third or even thirteenth lover, but never a first again.
Now I really question whether there really is "true love," but I'd like to believe that there is at least one "great love" out there for me, but maybe that is just a silly romantic notion.
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