I was very lucky in my first love. He was sweet. (And he had a Raider's jacket he let me wear SQUEE!!! Funny, I didn't care about the team, but it was black, matched all my clothes and looked cool.) We did schloopy teen things together. I did things that, as a parent, make me consider putting bars on my kid's windows. (Not really dad, I was a perfect child! I swear!) When we broke up it was because we had drifted apart and there really didn't seem to be much of a broken heart on either side. All in all, it was a perfect intro to teen dating.
My first broken heart probably didn't come until later when my long time boyfriend joined the Air Force. I remember being pretty heart broken when he left. Walking around listening to the Counting Crows and just generally being down. (I still can't hear August and Everything After without thinking about that time.) I don't think that my parents could have offered me much comfort at that time. It was just something I needed to work out myself.
My latest broken heart is a little different, but I already am starting to feel the mend. It is amazing how you never forget the one's you have loved, regardless of the end. How every time you open yourself up to that you make a new person.....usually a better one. So that is what I told my friend to tell her daughter.
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