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His name is Dan and we met in high school. We were both in the marching band, he played tuba. I thought he was cute.
He was only my third "official" boyfriend but we took to each other right away - it was like we both fit together, with each of us filling something the other was missing. It was all consuming, and a little scary.
Looking back on it now, I can see the little threads of problems and conflicts that would turn into bigger issues. I even thought now and then that we probably shouldn't be together. But still, I couldn't let go.
We made each other really happy. I will continue to remember that. He was my first, for a lot of things. We were best friends and extremely close.
We dated all the way through high school, through my college years. About a year before graduation, he was transferred to Texas and the relationship became long-distance. While we were apart the differences between us became more profound, but I still loved him so much.
After graduation I moved to Texas to be closer, and we created our own little world together. It was safe there, and we were happy. We got engaged, and in due time, we got married.
Our marriage was the same as our relationship, really. We had known each other so well for so long that it was very easy to continue on as we had before.
I won't go into how the relationship ended. It's more important to me at this point in my life to remember what a huge part of my youth he was - we were together and in love from the time I was 16 until I was 29. He supported me and loved me unconditionally, and for a long time he was everything to me. It was like he was a part of my soul, a part of who I was. Actually, that's very true - during the part of my life I was becoming an adult, becoming who I am today, he was with me every step of the way.
We don't talk anymore - there's too much between us. But I think of him still, and I miss him. I don't want to go back, but I miss him and who we were together.