Was it in high school? Where? Do you still know him/her? Got a story?
Who was your first love?
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7th grade. He and his wife are still dear friends of mine...
Got no story...Steve Hodge 10th grade, 6 months or so...totally first love and was devastated by him...never happened again!
I have no idea where he is or if he is even alive.
I have no idea where he is or if he is even alive.
i never had a boyfriend, boys were/are stupid.:roll:
other than the fact that my highschool/1st love boyfriend was the quarterback, at a private school. so they had an off night one friday and he came to my schools game to watch me cheer.again:roll:, i was supposed to have left with him after the game, but he left early with the girl he cheated on me with.:angry:
now he's a total loser! it's really sad, had more potential than anyone i know. hard drugs, will ruin your life!
other than the fact that my highschool/1st love boyfriend was the quarterback, at a private school. so they had an off night one friday and he came to my schools game to watch me cheer.again:roll:, i was supposed to have left with him after the game, but he left early with the girl he cheated on me with.:angry:
now he's a total loser! it's really sad, had more potential than anyone i know. hard drugs, will ruin your life!
My daddy. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I was 3 years old. 
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(Get your mind out of the gutter. I was 3 years old. )
Warning: my story does not have happy ending but it was a great love.
Gosh this is a walk back in time. I graduated HS in 70.
High school, he was a senior when I was a freshman. Something I would have refused to let my daughter do, but I lived in a small town and I had known him my entire life. So dating someone older was not a big deal. We wrote love letters to each other in study hall. I was the only Freshman invited to Senior Prom. He was just about the cutest thing ever.
He went off to college at Memphis about 65 miles from my home town, and every Friday he came back to our home town to see me. He got out of class on Friday at noon, so he could be at the school waiting to pick me up. He had the cutest car. Of course I only lived about 200 yards from the school but heck, I was not walking.
After college he joined the Air Force as he had done ROTC in college and was going to be fighter pilot, and was in training in CA.
I saw him every time he got leave, but we agreed to see others when apart and we just knew that when I finished college and he his flight training we would marry. He was definitely an officer and a gentleman.
Sadly life does not always work out the way we wish, when I was a 21; he got leave for Christmas and came home for a week and had just bought a new corvette that week.
On Christmas Eve we went to my Grandmother's as we always did and exchanged gifts, had dinner with my family. I still have the gift and all my letters.
His mother had killed herself when he was in the 6 grade, he had 2 younger brothers, one my age and their Pop raised them alone. Pop was the best and everyone in town loved him. He ran the local service station. Every time Rick came home he visited his mom's grave to leave flowers.
After leaving me that Christmas eve late, he went to Ripley, which was about 12 miles from where I lived to put flowers on her grave. It was shortly after midnight, which would have been Christmas Day. On his way back to his Dad's in his new corvette, he missed a sharp curve and hit a utility pole. The pole was damaged and fell on the car and it caught on fire. They tried to get him out but his leg was pinned. He gave them a message for me.
RIP: Lt. Harold Richardson Cook, even though I love my husband dearly and always will, Rick will always have a special place in my heart forever.
After getting married my husband became good friends with his younger brother.
Gosh this is a walk back in time. I graduated HS in 70.
High school, he was a senior when I was a freshman. Something I would have refused to let my daughter do, but I lived in a small town and I had known him my entire life. So dating someone older was not a big deal. We wrote love letters to each other in study hall. I was the only Freshman invited to Senior Prom. He was just about the cutest thing ever.
He went off to college at Memphis about 65 miles from my home town, and every Friday he came back to our home town to see me. He got out of class on Friday at noon, so he could be at the school waiting to pick me up. He had the cutest car. Of course I only lived about 200 yards from the school but heck, I was not walking.
After college he joined the Air Force as he had done ROTC in college and was going to be fighter pilot, and was in training in CA.
I saw him every time he got leave, but we agreed to see others when apart and we just knew that when I finished college and he his flight training we would marry.
He was definitely an officer and a gentleman. Sadly life does not always work out the way we wish, when I was a 21; he got leave for Christmas and came home for a week and had just bought a new corvette that week.
On Christmas Eve we went to my Grandmother's as we always did and exchanged gifts, had dinner with my family. I still have the gift and all my letters.
His mother had killed herself when he was in the 6 grade, he had 2 younger brothers, one my age and their Pop raised them alone. Pop was the best and everyone in town loved him. He ran the local service station. Every time Rick came home he visited his mom's grave to leave flowers.
After leaving me that Christmas eve late, he went to Ripley, which was about 12 miles from where I lived to put flowers on her grave. It was shortly after midnight, which would have been Christmas Day. On his way back to his Dad's in his new corvette, he missed a sharp curve and hit a utility pole. The pole was damaged and fell on the car and it caught on fire. They tried to get him out but his leg was pinned. He gave them a message for me.
RIP: Lt. Harold Richardson Cook, even though I love my husband dearly and always will, Rick will always have a special place in my heart forever.
After getting married my husband became good friends with his younger brother.
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That is a sad love story Minnie. 
Sorry you had to go through that.
Sorry you had to go through that.
Minnie, you honor his memory by posting.
Very sad.
On another note, I am truly still waiting on my one great love...:roll:
Very sad.
On another note, I am truly still waiting on my one great love...:roll:
I couldn't have said it better.