soulmate Ex GF.
There are many beautiful mmoments. Here's the first.

My first true love...

We split due to distance. Neither of us had a car or the funds to visit each other.

The year after we split, I discovered "student Loans" and would have gone to visit her in an instant if only I had known that she wanted me to. She told me 4 years too late.

People change, time moves on, and the world keeps on spinning. Here's that magic moment in time:

She lived in Channel Islands, I lived in Shropshire. Our lives at different schools in the lake district touched briefly, and we vowed to make sure they touched more often. I was 18, she was 17.

She rode a horse, I rode a bike. We arranged a meeting somewhere on teh big road between our two schools... It was bloody freezing, and we were both so nervous and excited that we rode right past each other TWICE and didn't say a word.
The next meeting was more successful, and it became the start of a great partnership.
We had undisturbed afternoons of bliss, and rode over fell and dale together. It was a partnership of mutual escapement.

One particular summer afternoon before we were even officially a couple, we stopped on the banks of the River Lune, surrounded by nothing but hills and open fields. We tethered her horse to a horse-chesnut tree, and spent the afternoon rolling on the riverbank, and giggling as we stuffed each other's clothes with grass.

We fell asleep in each other's arms to the sound of the river happily gurgling, and bees buzzing around the flowers.
In a world of exams and school, I'd found true happyness with this lass.
It's a memory that will never ever leave me: warm sun, her head on my chest, and the smell of fresh grass.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 11:06, Reply)