Ok, I know that I don't have alot of posts, and that my story is going to be very long, so those of you who aren't into reading I would say back out of this thread now. For those who are interested, here's my story, every word of it is true. I am 33 years old, just turned it last month. Back when I was in my Junior year of high school I was dating a girl that was my first true girlfriend, Michelle. We were both the same age and I started seeing her around October and soon after we were officially a "couple". Naturally being young and full of puppy love, we were very affectionate towards each other, which with our raging hormones, eventually led to sexual intercourse. I de-virginized her one night in my bed when my parents were away on vacation, and soon after, we were very sexually active with each other. We learned different sexual positions, sex acts, and what pleasured us most from each other and eventually were "practicing" around 5-10 times per week when we could. Well you know what happens next, she became pregnant, naturally. We were both young and very stupid, thought that it would never happen to us, and that we could use precaution instead of protection, because we had no fear of sexually transmitted diseases from each other. We were in a dilemma, her parents would have been devastated to know that she was pregnant, and my parents would have been very disappointed in me, not to mention that her imposing father (6'4" 300lbs) would have killed me. Instead of telling them, we kept the secret to ourselves, telling no one, not even "close" friends. I worked very hard to earn the $300 necessary for the abortion, we cut school together one day, and the procedure was performed. Afterwards the clinic prescribed her the pill to prevent future pregnancies. She began taking it, and we resumed our routine a few weeks later. As my Senior year in high school was beginning, I foolishly decided that I no longer wished to be tied down to only one girl. I wanted to be available to date others, and in my mind, have sex with other girls. We had been together for almost a year when I decided to break up with her. Looking back, it was a really awful thing to do that I regretted for many years afterwards. She was an awesome girlfriend, loving, giving, and caring without being smothering. Always wanted to please me in any way that I wished and was very sexually adventuresome. But none of that mattered to me, I only wanted the freedom to see other girls, so I dumped her, and in a not-so-nice way. About halfway through my Senior year I realized that my plan was not working how I had hoped it would. I was not scoring with the girls the way I thought that I would, and Michelle had found a new boyfriend that I disliked even before he started dating her. I would see them together and become jealous and angry with myself and had difficulty dealing with my loss of her. I realize now, that this was the beginning of a lifelong struggle with feelings of inadequacy and depression. We both went our separate ways after graduation and lost touch with each other. Like I said, I went through alot of pain, self-doubt, and depression for many years. I would think about her, what she was doing, was she married, children? I truly regretted everything that I had done and vowed to myself not only to never treat another girl that way ever again, but also to try to reconcile anything that I had destroyed with Michelle if I ever got the chance. I knew that we had a unique bond to each other and that I really missed her. More than 10 years went by before I found an e-mail address for her located on our HS alumni website. With some courage, I decided to send her a letter expressing my complete and utter regret for what I had done, and my wishes to get back in contact with her. I expected that the letter would not be returned, but I was pleasantly surprised when it was. She forgave me for what happened in the past and was interested in what I was up to. Interestingly, both of us were still unmarried, and both of us still had no children. She was now living in a different state on the east coast working as a real estate agent. I remained in the same state on the west coast working in mechanical engineering. We kept in contact for about 3 or 4 years off-and-on, sporadically talking about relationships that we were having, and friends who were marrying and raising their families. She sent me an e-mail last month telling me that she was coming back to the west coast to attend a friend's wedding and was hoping that we could meet for a lunch or dinner together. I, of course, accepted and we set a date to meet each other at a local restaurant for dinner. I got to the restaurant a little early, and was waiting for her by the bar. When she walked in, I remembered what had attracted me so much to her, her soft features, her mesmerizing eyes, and her sunny personality. We greeted each other with a big hug and a kiss and then we seated at our table. Over the next two hours we talked about our lives, what we had been doing for the past 16 years and what we remembered about our time as highschool sweethearts together. About 10 minutes into it, she asked me about my last relationship, which I told her had ended about 6 months ago. I realized later on that she was trying to see if I was available when she began making 'eyes' at me across the table. She complimented me on my looks and told me that with the exception of losing most of my hair, that I looked nearly the same. She hadn't hardly changed, still looked amazing and very well cared for. She then joked that she was going to take me back to her hotel room, to which I thought was only a joke, but after further discussion, I realized that she was serious. We finished our meal, and decided to leave the restaurant together in her car, I left mine parked on the street. We drove to a nice secluded spot overlooking the ocean, still talking, discussing our lives, having a really good time together. We embraced each other with a deep and meaningful hug while the ocean waves crashed below us from the bluff we were standing on. The emotions of the moment, and the serene scene led us to start deeply kissing each other and after 15 or 20 minutes of this we decided to go back to her hotel room together. We kissed each other deeply and made love together several times that night. As I was looking into her eyes, it brought back many memories and emotions for me, and as I told her, it was a truly unforgettable experience. I had for years dreamed about being with her, knew that I was still in love with her, and vowed to never do anything to hurt her if I was ever given the chance again. She was her very loving and understanding self, always willing to listen to me and reinforce my feelings for her. The entire experience brought back so many memories and emotions that it felt almost surreal, I told her several times that I felt like I was dreaming. After a long, sexually charged night, I called into work the next day to remain with her for the morning. After sleeping in for a few hours, we decided to get some lunch and pick up my car. We spent our lunch together discussing our feelings for each other, and I promised her that I would come and visit her very soon, within the next 3 or 4 months. We kissed each other some more and then said goodbye, both of us walking away with very good feelings. Well there it is, that's my story, I think it has a few "morals" to be found in it, these are what I have come up with. - You really never know what you've got till its gone. Treat others as you wish to be treated.