Historical Love
When I was younger, there was a boy I was always in love with. I could not explain the magnetism this boy had on me... he just had something, a sparkle, and I was enamoured. Throughout the years I grew into adulthood, this boy had a infintismal hold on me. childhood love, or rather the respect for what I saw... because that love was so pure, so genuine on both sides, and yet nothing ever came of it. I wonder if anyone else has experienced that. A pure love that just sits and never amounts to anything but the joy that it happened? I sat there in my thoughts the other night thinking about this person who is a fully fledged individual and off in the world and I thought, wow that was something special... and then I started looking at the relationship and marriage I have now and was surprised to find that I found everything that i had wanted in that pure, early love, again but with my husband. It was also slightly eerie how similar they looked to each other, but that sparkle existed. T...