Love or Something Like It

It is true you never forget your first love. Not long ago I found out my first love is several months pregnant and married. I was surprised to find myself actually a bit sad over this. She never really showed the same interest in me, but I've held these feelings for her since the third grade (and just for note, that was 1992). Even though I knew there was never hope for me with her, since I was never given the chance, I never really got over my feelings for her.

I was never quite sure how I felt for some other people. Where is the line between friend and more? There is definitely a friend I love, but are the feelings of love for a friend... or for more? I've never been good at reading the signs and I end up letting the really great ones slip away (as I believe I did with this one).

Anyway, I'm still searching for the right girl. Not necessarily the "perfect" girl, as I have recently come to believe she does not exist. I'm also trying to deal with my need for affection and acceptance, which hamper my dealings with the fairer sex.

Book recommendation for today: Maya Angelou's I Wouldn't Take Nothing For My Journey Now. I really enjoyed this. Maya Angelou has had an amazing life and expresses it perfecting. Great read.