I'm so glad so many ppl believe in true love, so many men, especially. The person that I consider my true love I met in January of 1991, I remember all the bits and pieces of that first year because they are all still engraved in my mind. After years of on and off dating, we broke up (once and for all) in 1995. We still talk but I haven't seen him in almost a year. I still feel about him the way I felt about him when we were 16! I have pics of us two that would crack your asses up! Him with his weird curly mullet and numberous concert t-shirts. Me and big blonde bangs and straight leg jeans with zippers and lace on the ankles!!!

My point in all of this endless rambling is that sometimes even true love doesn't work out but it is still there. Sometimes two ppl need to live different lives to be happy. In a perfect world he would've wanted what I wanted: to stay here and have a family. But he would've been miserable! He needs corporate life in a city, travel, and to be single. Five minutes with my kids and he'd be running for the first exit out of the room.

I've fallen in love again (obviously, I'm married) and I know he's loved other women but not the same way we love each other. We've accepted the way things have worked out but it has not changed our feelings for each other.