Impressive statistic, good for both of you, sounds like you (and karrie) got it right the first time and got what I've always thought was the ideal wish for such things: may your first love be your last. Wish I'd been able to do that, I'd be carrying a lot less emotional baggage.
I'm 28 years with the same lady, and my debt to her I rejoice to acknowledge, but I didn't get it right the first time. The lady I loved when I was 16, my first love, I still think about and sigh over sometimes, for what might have been. I saw her and spoke to her last summer, first time in many decades that our paths crossed. Damn, she was as beautiful as she always was to my eye... And I don't think she had any idea of the effect that had on me. I really loved her once, with everything I had, I thought she was the one, and for 4 years she was, until somehow she slipped away on me. She had a very controlling (and, not coincidentally, alcoholic, a late casualty of WW2) father, and when she came into her maturity she threw away large parts of her past, quite justifiably, but unfortunately I was part of what she threw away. At least that's how I eventually came to understand it. Sometimes I wonder if she's ever regretted that... but thinking about that too much is a route to madness.
