Stories Collected While Living in France
Pressed between the pages of an old book
a name
a flower and
words that become a story.
A story rich with memory,
a flower with veins that bleed
with a single prick.
Pressed within my heart
you are
and I will never be the same.
How could I be?
Your story intertwines with mine those roots run free
yet hold me close.
First love,
Will we bloom again in the same garden, velvet petals releasing a long held perfume?
In Memory of John Biale.
Who was your first love?
This is simply beautiful! Simple sentences with the depth of eternity….beautiful…..
My first love…..not worth mentioning…..an injured soul that was bent on self destruction….and he succeeded!
But I did find true love!
Is it his birthday? Honoring his memory with you.
(I had several boyfriends but I’m not sure I’d call what I had with them “first love”. That probably really just blossomed with my darling David, to whom I’m still married lo these many wonderful years.)
This is a beautiful piece of writing – sadly I don’t think I’ve ever felt this deeply. Thank you for sharing such a special love.
Profound.
It took me many years to realize this first love was tucked secretly in my heart. It still takes my breathe away to think of him and wonder how life would have been. He died in a car accident and I never had the opportunity to say goodbye, so tucked away he has been. Suddenly in the last couple of years I am remembering.
Touching and beautiful.
Hi Rebecca, Yesterday was the anniversary of his death.
I understand your sadness xx
Corey I couldn’t wait to visit today yesterday was such a crazy day I wasn’t able to even open the computer-I saw this this morning on my phone and cried at the beautiful heartbeat it contained-my first love-a boy named Charles whom I think of eveytime I am cutting a sandwich and I am grateful for it-this is a beautiful post…..
All of the comments thus far are honest and precious and are held dear …..
He was very fortunate to have been loved by you, sweet Corey…..
My first love, a sweet blond lad, called Jon. I adored him, loved the kissing, feared going any further. We were very good friends for 3 years 16 – 19. Searched our hearts together, and made templates for future reference. Kept in contact for a few after that. Last year we met up at a school reunion for the first time in 30 years. I could still see the attraction, and also the reasons why we drifted. We chatted a lot, and it was so so familiar. Different timing, it could have been us. But it wasn’t. And no regrets but heartfelt gratitude for those three years.
With most first loves it’s the love that dies, although the person lives on. Neither Farmboy Husband nor I has wanted any further contact with our first loves after those relationships ended (painfully, in both cases).
But if the person dies while you still love him/her, then the love lives on, as Corey and Marilyn know down to their very cores.
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