I thought it did, but I no longer believe it does.
When I was 16 and in High School I met this great guy. We went together and because of trouble with the foster home I was in I ended up moving to his house with his parents.
We had some problems because of our age and I made the mistake of cheating on him.
Of course we broke up but it didn't end there. We saw each other over the years and still had our connection. We finally stopped seeing each other when we were about 24.
Over the years I was married three times but often thought of my first love. I would still cry when I heard the songs we had played and I hated myself for the problems I had caused.
To back up a little at 21 I had my first born son and honestly felt he was my first loves.
Anyway, at 55 and single I found him again on Classmates.com. He was now divorced also. He had been married 35 years to the same person and had two grown children. I sent him a message and said that I was very sorry for any pain I had caused him and wish we could be friends.
We started emailing each other and after about two month of that and seeing each other I moved in with him. I was in heaven! He was so loving and affectionate, caring etc. I was where I had always wanted to be.
After 3 years we were married. Again I was in heaven and thought all my dreams had come true.
A year later we moved to another state and got our own beautiful house. We both loved it and I still do.
But that's when things began to change. He stopped being loving, affectionate, caring etc. It's been almost 4 years and now we are like just friends and at times not even that. I feel very lonely most of the time even with him sitting next to be. We have no emotional contact other than a kiss good morning, he sleeps in the recliner downstairs and I in one of the upstairs bedrooms alone, a kiss good bye when someone is going somewhere, and a kiss goodnight. That's it. These are more like pecks.
I resent him for being this way. I buy books, we went to counseling, and am tired of trying to make it work.
Most of the time I wish he would just leave and move in with his daughter who he thinks is the greatest.
So, again, does true love really exist?