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I should have married my first love. After all, isn't that what most folks do? We meet someone during adolescence, or in college - we make love and promises, careers are planted, plans are made, children are conceived... you can write the end of the tale.
Here I am. 36 years old. Almost halfway older than I was when I met her - 38 will be that year. We were young, in love, absolutely enthralled with each other's bodies and souls. But we let it slip away in hope of something better. The unattainable. Fuck off rock star dreams- perfection, absolute bliss was the goal. But do we ever get this? A select few, perhaps. But even this is fleeting, an apparition, a vision of youth. The rest of us compromise, we settle for what happens and continue to slap ourselves on the back our necks for what should have and could have been. Or we marry young, make a go of it, and are doomed to another cellar, one of regret and unfulfilled options.
Either way you're fucked, kids. But I knew true love, once. I was young enough to know it and fuck it off. Now I'm old enough to get sadly sentimental about it.
I'm in my later thirties and still do all right for my age. But I know the real deal when it presents itself, and fear that the train has long since passed.
Here I am. 36 years old. Almost halfway older than I was when I met her - 38 will be that year. We were young, in love, absolutely enthralled with each other's bodies and souls. But we let it slip away in hope of something better. The unattainable. Fuck off rock star dreams- perfection, absolute bliss was the goal. But do we ever get this? A select few, perhaps. But even this is fleeting, an apparition, a vision of youth. The rest of us compromise, we settle for what happens and continue to slap ourselves on the back our necks for what should have and could have been. Or we marry young, make a go of it, and are doomed to another cellar, one of regret and unfulfilled options.
Either way you're fucked, kids. But I knew true love, once. I was young enough to know it and fuck it off. Now I'm old enough to get sadly sentimental about it.
I'm in my later thirties and still do all right for my age. But I know the real deal when it presents itself, and fear that the train has long since passed.