I had a dream about my first love last night/this morning. Which is totally random as I haven’t seen the guy in ages. I fell in love with him in high school. Ja, okay, I know our hormones play havoc with us at that age and we have not clue about love, but still….maybe I should say I was obsessed with him….
It’s put me in a bit of a pensive/moody frame of mind. He wasn’t completely honest and upfront with me….he was a bit of a player….
He dedicated “Endless Love” by Lionel & Diana to me – during one of our numerous break-ups and make ups. He used to write me a lot of letters. So romantic. And I fell for his stories every single time…
I’m wondering if I should tell the story?
Have a fantastic day