When I began my experiences in school, in my classroom there was a beautiful girl whose name was Maria. We played together at recess, we sat together, our parents were friends and I felt I couldn't live without her.
For years I thought she was my first love, I sighed, I thought, I talked about her all the time and after many decades, I am here writing about her, remembering her. She was like an influencer because she left her mark on me.
When I reached adolescence, I met many girls and that's when they came, the kisses, the caresses, and those hot things that we like so much, but I didn't feel that I was in love, it was not vital for me the presence of any of those girls.
At the age of 22, I got married thinking that I had finally fallen in love, but it wasn't so; too bad I found out a few years later. I had only found a good partner for my travels, entertainment, and sharing household expenses. Yes, there was love, but it was not infatuation. As I expressed, I discovered it as the years went by; divorce was imminent, but we remained good friends.
After the age of 30, I met a beautiful girl, from a good family, whom I love and esteem. Her parents were exceptional with me, to the point that she said that her parents loved me more than she did. In this case, I came to think that if I was in love with the girl, but there was no passion, I didn't feel it.
One day, analyzing myself, I thought that it would not be my turn to fall in love and that since I was already an adult, I should assume the relationship as such, as a couple of adults associated to maintain an enterprise that was marriage.
At that time, I was traveling a lot for my work, which made me absent from home, and on those trips, I met a woman whom I saw for the first time I felt that the floor moved me, which had not happened to me since I met Maria in my childhood.
The girl wouldn't even look at me and that created in me a state of anxiety that didn't let me live in peace.
It took a year for Beatriz to fall in my love net. Yes, of love, I fell in love with that woman. But things had become complicated, I was still married.
From the beginning of the relationship, I was clear to Beatriz, I wanted to be an open book, to be honest, therefore, I told her I was a married man with children.
She told me that she would wait with confidence for the moment when I would find a solution to the situation. I did not get divorced, but I did go to live with Beatriz, and eight years went by.
They were the most beautiful years of my life, we shared happy moments, and even Beatriz got pregnant, but the universe did not allow us to see our child, she had a miscarriage.
Later, Beatriz died of lung cancer that consumed her. I was devastated, I blamed the universe for taking her away from me, for not allowing me to be happy.
Then and to conclude, I had two first loves, one as a child, a love full of innocence, and another as an adult, a love with touches of innocence, but with a lot of passion, knowledge, and real love.
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