First heartache!

[caramel]

ok ok this is my last post for tonight!!! (My hard disc died on me a couple of days ago and this is why I'm posting all these stuff at once)

First heartache: Some people say that the first love is the one that lasts for ever or whatever.... Do you agree???? Tell us about your very very very first heartache!! How old were you? (loool most of people fall for their neighbor or teacher or whatever) tell us about the first meaningless love and your very first heartache (the one that made you cry and worship every old or new love song)

shoot!

[Belle]

It doesn't last forever, It just takes a special place in the heart.

My first heartache was with my ex, I was 15 or 14 I think, everything was going just perfect untill he had to go live with his father in Scottland, I know it wasn't real love, I just saw him today and all the nice memmories came back to me, but still, it was a teen thing.

[Superman]

Well, my first heartache was when I was 17 years old. Its not like it lasted forever, it was and still a memory! It wasn't that lovely but its still the first love and the first heartache! It hurted back then a lot, but we both knew that it wasn't going to last... It was a lose lose situation from the beginning especially that I was, in her parents' eyes, an "az3ar" :D (Though I'm not one) But anyway, we had our shot and never succeeded!

[Orange Patriot]

Where oh where do I start?......

When i was 5 and my only friend and the girl i asked to marry me moved away to some place called America? LOL

Or do we fast forward to the whole of junior highschool and the girl i never got?

High school? Writing a poetic letter and buying a rose to ask a girl out only for her to say no but, "can i keep the letter?"
yeah....

A little more to university? Always the shoulder to cry on and never the man to be with?

The list is long...

The pain is old.

You live...

...you learn.

[Youchka]

Originally Posted by Orange Patriot

Where oh where do I start?......

When i was 5 and my only friend and the girl i asked to marry me moved away to some place called America? LOL

Or do we fast forward to the whole of junior highschool and the girl i never got?

High school? Writing a poetic letter and buying a rose to ask a girl out only for her to say no but, "can i keep the letter?"
yeah....

A little more to university? Always the shoulder to cry on and never the man to be with?

The list is long...

The pain is old.

You live...

...you learn.

Yiii Orange Patriot you want us to feel sorry for you but I bet today you are doing just fine. You didn's mention if today you are blessfully in love.

As for my first heartache oh well, I was 17, in love with the same guy since I was 13 I found out he was cheating on me, it hurt a lot but despite my despair, I didn't accept to go back. It affected me a a lot and affected my relationships afterwards. Now I am married, happily, and he remains a beautiful and sour memory.
And guess what? I meet him during an FPM protest, so was happy to find out that he's one of us

[Orange Patriot]

Originally Posted by Youchka

Yiii Orange Patriot you want us to feel sorry for you but I bet today you are doing just fine. You didn's mention if today you are blessfully in love.

LOL. Thank you Youchka but i dont need anyone feeling sorry for me. I wrote that as a humorous up-beat thread to liven up the inevitable sad direction tihs thread will take.

Funny stories. Others may be sad....but in the end you learn from them....and you live.

Its a special moment when you reach a time in life where you realize that.

[shadow1]

Originally Posted by caramel

tell us about the first meaningless love and your very first heartache (the one that made you cry and worship every old or new love song)

shoot!

I have had a number of beautifully meaningless love affairs and I adored all of them. They were so deep it's incredible.
I will post later about my most devastating heartache but the beauty of it is that it opened up the world of Barbara Streisand and her mushy songs which became an anthem to my broken heart. OOhh I still cringe when I think of how I was lured to Pitsburgh to be dealt one of the cruelest hands a young heart could receive short of a jump off the Awwali bridge

Here are the words of a couple of those songs that I used to play and cry my heart out, seeking sympathy when I knew none was forthcoming.

Here is my favourite one
So the word is goodbye
Makes no difference how the tears are cried
It’s over
And my heart lives alone I can make belief you need me when it’s over
And we cant take it home the fire that was burning
And all the wrong was turning
As we were cruising for the ride
Gotta give a little of the love inside
Not to take it all
And watch me fall
I got you loving me
I got me loving you
And we both played along
Love is easy on the young
Life was together
As my heart sails away
Into yesterday I am losing you forever.
I am just an empty shell
With nothing for tomorrow
I am here to face the sorrow
the dream we sailed was far and wide
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And here is the one she sings with Barry Gibb
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There was a time when we were down and out
There was a place when we were starting over
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Whos sorry now
Whos sorry now

Barbra
There was a world when we were standing still
And for a moment we were separated
And then you found her
You let the stranger in
Together
Whos sorry now

Barbra
Whos sorry now
What , what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow

Barry
Losing you now
Wonderin why
Where will I be tomorrow

Chorus
Forever more thats what we are to be
Without each other
Well be remembering when...

Both
There was a time when we were down and out
(we cried)
There was a place when we were starting over
(we lied)
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Whos sorry now
Whos sorry now

Barbra
What , what kind of fool

Barry
What , what kind of fool

Barbra
Tears it apart

Barry
Tears it apart

Barbra
Leaving me pain and sorrow

Barry
Oh! losing you now
How can I win
Where will I be tomorrow

Barbra
Was there a moment when I cut you down
Played around
What have I done
I only apologize
For being as they say, the last to know
It has to show
When someone is in your eyes

Both
What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow
Losing you now
Wondering why
Where will I be tomorrow
What, what kind of fool
Tears it apart
Leaving me pain and sorrow
Losing you now
How can I win
Where will I be tomorrow

[shadow1]

Originally Posted by caramel

Tell us about your very very very first heartache!! How old were you?

shoot!

Life was like a never ending summer and youth, contrary to what George Bernard Shaw said, was not exactly wasted on the young. So one particular summer in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State> I surrendered to a splendid form of hedonistic life. With my surfboard and an inexhaustible energy I became a beach bum pursuing waves and the deep meaning of life. The days were spent battling the waves. The nights were spent tripping the light fantastic in some discotheque where youth and looks offered one an unfettered entry into the world of pleasures.

One night, this somehow ugly creature walks up to me and offers to buy me a drink. Not being the kind of person averse to the kindness of strangers I accepted with the least amount of magnanimity so It wouldn’t be understood that one drink is sufficient invitation to taste the delights of life. We chatted and the conversation seemed like a perfect substitute for the shortcomings in the looks department. She was on a visit to <st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State> with only about seven days left. Two days prior to her departure I figured I’d return the favour and invite her to stay at my place so she wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel as the friends she was staying with had to leave town and it was only a couple of nights.
Form the moment she arrived at my place, I fell under a spell. Minute by minute love grew as lust withered. By the end of the evening and in defiance of all the logic in the world I was consumed by a fully pervasive passion.
I slept on the sofa but the next night, her last in <st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State>, I was like one of those forumers who couldn’t keep away from political threads. I had to consummate my love with an obvious act of tenderness that lasted all night long. (the sex only lasted 50 min).
For three months afterwards, I lived waiting for every evening with my heart hearing the phone ring often before it did and, sure enough, it rang.
All our wonderfully meaningless conversations would end with me saying:
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Me: Say it
She: Do I have to?
Me: Yes
She: I love you
That was enough to send me into the stratosphere of rapture and in a state of trance I could hardly get out the numbness of existence.
Fast forward to November when the distance could no longer be tolerated. I packed my things and headed to <st1:City><st1:place>Pittsburgh</st1:place></st1:City> in pursuit of the end of the rainbow, where pleasure could be extricated from just seeing the reflection of the setting sun in her eyes and from allowing the moon to caress with its silver rays her wavy hair.
Never mind that I had an ominous feeling which was waiting for the perfect moment to materialise. I had prepared myself for the shock but turned a blind eye to my instinct in the hope of wishing away the impending announcement.
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There we were in bed in her flat. At <st1:time Hour="0" Minute="0">midnight</st1:time> the phone rang and I was sitting next to her. Then the voice on the other side must have said:
Voice :Say it
Her: Do I have to?
Voice: Yes
Her: I love you
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Well, I leave it to you to imagine the pain of this fortuitous event as a knife was dipped into the acid of life and gently being twisted inside an unexpected heart.
That night still to this days ranks as the most passionate of my entire life. A combination of pain, of love and betrayal, of hope and regret, of self blame and stupid behaviour conspired to make it immensely full of masochistic pleasure.
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3 days later I left to <st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State>. For the first two weeks I was alright, ready to pick up the pieces and resume my pursuit of hedonism. Then I cracked And became addicted to Barbara Streisand songs.
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[WiseCookie]

My first stupid love was when i was 6. Well, i don't remember if it was love to be honest but i did like her, she was my best friend too.

But my first heartache was 2 years ago. I still love her until now, even though we have both moved on to other people. We still talk whenever we can, although i live in abroad which was the main reason of us breaking up. I truly loved her with all my heart.

[Faithful]

My first heatache was at 20, ouf how was very painful.
I liked the guy so much but we couldn't stay together , we were from different religion.
I still remember him always, he will always have a special place in my heart.
And life goes on.