My first love story was during my sophomore year in college. I had returned from Brazil, where I had spent my youth from the ages of 7 – 18. I had not been allowed to date since my father was very strict and protective. I was 19 and had never been kissed.
I had an enormous crush on a male cheerleader, Daniel, who had grown up in Brazil also. He was a Senior and all the girls had crushes on him. It was clear that he had no interest in this shy Sophomore girl, even though we had known each other in Brazil. I had also known his older brother, Albert, who had already graduated from the same college.
Suddenly the dashing Albert appeared on campus to visit his brother, and to meet me. According to him, Daniel had spoken highly of me. The three of us went everywhere together, but a relationship began between me and Albert. He had fallen head over heals for me and was extremely persuasive with his romantic gestures and his KISSES. Wow!!!
That summer the three of us travelled to Brazil to visit our families, who still lived there, but in different cities. My romance with Albert continued to grow through romantic love letters and when he came to stay with my family. We became engaged and planned to get married.
My sister, four years younger, had blossomed into a lovely young woman. She and Albert began spending a lot of time together, taking hikes and talking in the backyard.
By the time Albert left to go back to his city, I was deeply hurt. Then one day during the noon meal, a letter came for my sister. She looked at it and ran into her room, excitedly saying it was from Albert. I had not heard from him at all. Of course I broke our engagement.
I left to go back to college, devastated. My first and only love was gone from my life. Then I began to receive love letters from Albert. He wrote beautiful letters, apologizing and declaring his love. He wanted to schedule our wedding. I had lost all trust in him and even though I still loved him, I didn’t want to get hurt again. He finally got the message and stopped writing.
One day I was walking back to campus from a shopping trip downtown. Daniel was driving by and saw me. He stopped to give me a lift. It was my birthday, and Daniel gave me the news that Albert was getting married on that very day.
I still remember the deep depression that took over my entire being. After several marriages and divorces on both of our parts, many years later Albert found me and proposed again saying that he had never stopped loving me. We spent time together and even though I tried to fall back in love, it was too late.
I still wonder until this day, how my life would have been with him. I know that we would have had a romantic life, traveling, and we shared a deep love for Brazil. We both ended up teaching Portuguese and Spanish at different universities.
I’ve lost track of him now, but still deep in my heart I will always love my first love.
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