I fell in love at the ripe old age of 8. We would visit my grandmother and Jeff lived across the street. Back then, kids played in the street until we were called in for meals. Both of us came from strict, religious homes where love was not forthcoming. The love we had for each other was pure and simple. No strings attached.
A few years after my divorce, I hooked up with Jeff on Facebook. We had a long distance romance for 9 months, and then lived with me for two years. I thought I was in love with him, but I was in love with the memory. I could not rewrite the story. I learned that the memory is just a memory and it needs to stay that way.