My first love was very good. She wanted to get married (at like 16?!) and I said no way and that was the end of that. I felt really hurt and all but it wasn't so bad in the end plus I learned a lot (like how to kiss and fondle
).
My second love is probably my first true pure love, totally sucked. That would be my ex-wife that got impregnated by another man. Still hurts to this day some 10 years after I divorced her. I never should have went out with her and at the time I had many other choices than her. Ugh, I still feel bad about my choices back then.
Now I'm alone which is a love (freedom) hate (lonely) kind of thing. 