I just took my daughter to her college orientation last week. The campus was still filled with students who hadn’t left for the summer as well as all the soon-to-be college freshmen. It was an exciting time, lots of energy and enthusiasm and tender moments.
Not just seeing our children off on their adult life. But just walking across the campus and rounding a corner to find a young couple face to face lost in a private dialogue. Or coeds battling with water balloon on the green. Walking hand in hand or arm in arm down the sidewalk. Or just sitting side by side, books open in the study section of the library.
It was just a reminder of how special young love is. Whether it lasts or is just preparation for another different love, there just doesn’t seem to be anything more wonderful, especially for us writer types always on the look out for stories. It made me happy just to see them, inspired me to recapture some of that magic with my fictional couples.
And it made me think of my first love. I fell for his voice. I’ve always been a sucker for low resonant baritones. I think he was tall, maybe dark haired, but his voice. Now there is something I’ll never forget.
How about you? Do you remember your first love?
I sure do remember my first love. I was probable all of 10 years old and he was the neighbor boy.
I married mine – we just hit 39 years last month
Hehe my first love turned out really badly, though I suppose it could have been worse. I met him at a yield sign though. He was driving by, our eyes locked, background music, yada yada yada. So that was pretty cool. But I guess after that, most real life romance just can’t live up to the cool meeting story.
I, too, married my first love. (Not my first crush, my first LOVE.) We’ve been married 15 years and still going strong. The first thing I noticed about him? His beautiful sky blue eyes. *G*
Married to your first love. That is so romantic.
Gemma