Resumo de First Loves Are Forever

First loves are forever
They say you never forget your first love, and it is what all future relationships will be measured against.
I was watching a talk show a couple of years ago and Sylvester Stallone was on as a guest. He was talking about his first girlfriend and how he would lay on the carpet and cry into a pillow listening to Johnny Mathias songs after they broke up. He said, "Love is never as pure as it is the first time. You have no expectations because you never experienced it before; it is all new."
I thought about what he said, and I agree. There is no luggage, divorce, fear of being hurt or many other things we encounter as we get older. It truly is a beautiful place to be, at least while it lasts. Looking back now, I wonder how I survived the first time my heart was broken. It is said, "You can only hurt to the extent that you love."
It was two months before my 16th birthday, and nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to experience. It was May 1966, and I was with some of my girlfriends at a carnival at a local hospital fundraiser. I can even remember what I was wearing; it was a blue and beige flower pant outfit. It was very sheik for the 60s, if I do say so myself. I had my Twiggy make-up and was ready to have a good time.
This guy with blonde hair and blue eyes walked up to me and introduced himself. We talked and laughed, and as I was getting ready to leave, he asked me for my phone number and if I would like to go out sometime. He said he was in the Navy and would be in port, in Philadelphia, until June. I was so excited, but I remained very calm on the outside as I wrote my phone number down for him. I said, "Sure I would love to go out sometime." I don't think I even believed he would call, but he did.
My parents both loved him, and so did I. He took me down to the shore for my birthday, and I remember snuggling in the back of the bus on our ride back to Center City. He smoked, and I thought that was cool.
We dated through the holidays, and for Christmas he gave me a ring with two pearls which I still have all these decades later. I think it was in January that he broke up with me. If I remember correctly, he left me for some girl that played Daisy Mae in another school's play.
Just like nothing and no one could have prepared me for the ecstasy of being in love for the first time, I was completely unprepared for my first heartbreak. I remember crying for hours while listening to my Rod McKuen records, so sure he would realize what a terrible mistake he made and call me. He never did.
Then it was Valentine's Day. My father who NEVER sent my mother flowers decided on this Valentine's day 1967, he would surprise her with roses. I was up in my bedroom, and I saw the florist truck pull up our driveway. A man got out and proceeded to carry a beautiful white glass vase with red roses to our door. I just about fell down the second flight of stairs to get to the front door first, so sure my boyfriend changed his mind and was sending me roses.
I opened the front door, and he said, "I have a delivery for Mrs. Mascola." I said, "You mean Miss Mascola don't you?" He said, "No, the card says Mrs. Anthony Mascola." All I could feel were the tears welling up in my eyes. My stomach felt like someone had punched me, and someone else was holding their hands around my throat so I couldn't breathe.
I grabbed the roses, put them on the table and ran up the stairs crying. I wanted to die. I will never forget the pain of my first broken heart. The phenomenal gift this experience gave me, I would not recognize until I had two teenagers of my own. When their heart was broken for the first time, I didn't try and diminish their pain. I understood, and I hurt for them as much as I hurt on that Valentine's Day 39 years ago. It definitely made me a better woman and parent.
People are correct when they say, "You NEVER forget your first love." You never do.

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