Is it normal to still think about your first love after so many years?

I was 22 when I met him… he was 18, the younger brother of a friend, visiting from Sweden. The moment I saw him, something inside me just… clicked. It felt like my heart recognized him before my mind did.


He felt it too, i think. And even though he had to go back home, we decided to give it a try. For a year and a half, we lived in different countries but shared the same heartbeat. It was beautiful, raw, and innocent the kind of love you only experience once. With him, I felt seen for who I truly am. I didn’t have to pretend.


But his family didn’t approve. They said I was a bad influence. Maybe they were just afraid of how much we cared for each other. I didn’t want him to keep choosing between me and them, so I let him go, even though it broke me.


Now I’m 40, happily married to a wonderful man, with two wonderful kids. Life is good. But sometimes, late at night, I still think of him. I wonder where he is, if he’s happy, if he ever thinks of me too.


Is it normal to still have such strong feelings after so long? Or does that mean I never truly let go? And do men ever feel something like that… this quiet, lingering love, that never fully fades?

Is it normal to still think about your first love after so many years?
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