When I was in my twenties I fell in love with a lovely woman. We were together for 2 years before our lives headed in different directions. We promised that we’d keep in touch, but we never did. I never fell out of love with her, and despite meeting someone else and settling down with her, I always longed to meet with my first true love again. I kept searching for her, hoping that we’d make contact again, but it wasn’t to be as I found out that she passed away a few years ago. My wife knows of my feeling for my first true love, and understands, but I feel so guilty that I can’t forget my first love.
