Sand in the mouth, forest in the eyes.

[rainsinger]

My first great romance was at the age of 15 with a man called Isaac who was very much not my boyfriend at the time. Isaac was not my first great love - that was a year later with a man called Alexander, who was also not my boyfriend- but he was my perfect fairy tale romantic hero

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[ultraruby]

Her name was Jenny. She was bewitching and tiny and she was a siversmith, and artist, perfect. She stamped poems into silver so that people could wear them around their necks. She lived in New Mexico, and she had an astronomer friend, and the two of them would tell me about the stars in the desert. We had an online relationship that of course was foolish, but it felt like the most serious thing in the world. We would write letters to each other, long e-mails, and I'd say things like 'one dropped sequin found in the dust to tell you that I love you' I was enchanted. She came to England. she was staying in the house of a lover, our in the countryside, in the middle of cronfields and wheatfields. on the way there in the car I smoked a joint ofout of the window and my hands were shaking, and we got there and she stepped out on the gravel path and there she was, there she was. Delicate and dark haired and a bright smile. The man I was with left us alone together for the day. He want to an aeronautical museum in his little blue

[ultraruby]

(Eek. I've not really said that out loud before, and I messed up all the typing, as usual)

[rainsinger]

such a beautiful story, thank you for the telling.

stars above the desert, and poems in silver around people's necks are very lovely concepts and I'm glad you at least had that one day.

did you ever speak to her afterwards?

[ultraruby]

It all felt like a story, really. Like we were making up our own myth together. I was so totally absorbed by her, but in the end I was just a silly adventure - she was a messy sort of person, the daughter of someone famous, looking for a way to make her life feel meaningful. She married the man from that house, the one we stayed at, and we never spoke to each other again, only sent a few e-mails until it all became bitchy and horrible. We lost touch completely for a while then when I was away at university she said she'd come and stay with me, but I said no

[rainsinger]

it sounds like a very good thing you did not marry him. Volatility is best left to the chemistry lab.

*sends affection your way*

[twistedserious]

to keep my brain from imploding I invite you to tell me about your first/great romance.

I'm still waiting for mine. But I much enjoyed reading about yours while waiting. ^__^