From go to woe, or woe to go (I am not sure which way this happened as our love story was more circular than linear), I remained absolutely certain, steadfast. I believed in Anthony with all my mind.
It was difficult to believe in Anthony with all my heart because he had uttered the unbearable sentence: “I love you, Jules, but I am not in love with you.”
Many years later, he retracted and even corrected this ridiculous statement, saying that both were true.
Semantics.
I fell in love with someone who, apparently didn’t love me back, who upset my innocence, who abandoned me. And then, suddenly, it all changed.
The weirdest thing for me is how I married the very same man who broke my heart.
Most people get over their first love.
I didn’t.
jmgoyder 
Your honesty is so refreshing and must be speaking to others who would never admit, even to themselves, that their own stories are similar.
Wow!
What a backwards frontwards of going on, what strength you have to cope with it all.
Love is difficult
Not so simple as others make it sound.