She was my first love, and I loved her as only a boy loves.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Mary Queen of Scots was my first love, and that is always something special.
I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.
I was 14 and madly in love for the first time. He was 21. He made me suddenly, unaccustomedly beautiful with his kisses and mix tapes. During the year of elation and longing, he never mentioned that he had a girlfriend who lived across the street.
She was a great lady. We raised three boys, were together as long as she lived, and now she's passed on.
I went through my first big breakup, with a boyfriend who I had been with for more than two years. He had been one of my dancers, and it was my first love and his.
I was married by 18 and I had a beautiful little girl.
Acting was my first love.
When I was a teenager, if you'd asked me, I would have said I was in a relationship with New York City. It was my first real love.
I didn't know I'd ever be able to love my second child like I love my first; she came out, and I was amazed I could love them both equally.
My first love was singing and I had no time for boys.