When I was sixteen, I fell in love for the very first time. He was eighteen and a freshman in college. We were so in love with each other and my overprotective father thought we were getting too serious. He was right. I was willing to give anything to him and the only thing I loved more than Brad was my father. So I devised this plan to break up for a while … just until I was a senior in high school, then we would get back together. He was heartbroken and it broke my heart to do it. Looking back I should have told him the truth. We would have probably worked it out. But then the unthinkable happened—my father died. Both he and Brad were into racing and my dad died in a race. The years that followed contained a lot of broken relationships, three marriages, and a total loss of who I really am! I just kept trying to change me so I would fit someone else’s life, when all I really wanted was that one true love back! Then something amazing happened. After nearly forty years, Brad called my mother, and since I was divorced, she was happy to give him my number. At first our talks were rather generic. You know? Talk about family, work, nothing serious, but then we started talking about our mutual past and discovered he was not only my first love but I was his! That was eighteen months ago and we have discovered how alike we are. How much we enjoy the same things and it’s absolutely amazing to be with him. I also discovered, for the first time, what it is really like to make love with someone. Not sex. Love. Here’s the other shoe though … he is separated but not divorced. For almost a year now, the divorce talk has been going on. Papers are filled out (or so I’m told) but never filed with the courts. Am I a fool to continue to wait for him? I really think I am … but I hope I’m not!