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Akemi. Words will not do.
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More often than not, as a matter of fact.
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cant say
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Yes...once i was with a woman that made me feel like no other...and now i think she has become the standard i compare all other against....
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Yes, there is one...he was killed in a car accident and I miss him still after twenty years, occasionally wondering...what if?
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some days, it's harder to not regret than others ...
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Yes. When I was in Korea I lived with a woman for a little over a year and had planned to marry. When we told her parents they were fine with us getting married, but they forbid her to leave Korea and if she did leave, they would disown her....They wanted me to stay and live in Korea but I could not do that. So we parted our ways but kept in touch for a few years until she married. Wow what memories!
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Yes I think about him a lot :) +5
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Am I limited to one? I do have about 7 that I cannot forget. I dream of them sometimes. No, not that kind of dream. A real dream.
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you bet!
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Yes(sighs)+5
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Yep! <<And I don't think I ever will!>>
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Yes my ex and it still rips me to bits 18 month after we split... I still love her so much..
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Yup...More than one. +5
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Yes, it kills me to think that we might have been together all these years if we weren't both so young and stupid. I still miss him so much. Sigh.
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Yes. He is............... . . . . . . . . .laying on the couch behind me snoring his brains out!! (YAY!!) ♥ +++5
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Only once. It's still going on. +5 Icy
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I'm in it now.
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oh yes i though things were so great, we conected on every level, until i found out he was conected to someone else as well.
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My last ex-boyfriend. We had our problems, too, of course, but we had so many good times as well. I keep telling myself I've moved on, though, and in my own way, I have.
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My first love was my first sexual encounter. Our love life was passionate, intense, and endlessly exciting. We went away together, planning to marry and settle in North Carolina, and rented a house there. But I had a summer job in Tennessee, so she stayed in “our” house in NC to wait for me. We wrote back and forth every day for a month. But her letters came more and more slowly, and finally stopped. One day she showed up at my place in Tennessee to give back my ring and tell me that she had fallen for a textbook salesman and was going away with him. I didn’t speak to another woman, save my other and my sister, for a year and a half after. That was fifty-one years ago, and I still hurt. And in my heart of hearts I know that if she walked through my door this evening, I would forgive her, and she could still have my guts for garters.
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