My first love was all sweetness and kindness and loving, we were 18 and 20 respectively. It was wonderful and full of wonder. A perfect romance. I sometimes wonder how his life turned out and always hope it is splendid.

My next love taught me, finally, to hit back hard!!!

My real love died of cancer 5 and a 1/2 years ago, he taught me what love is, how is behaves, how is shows itself, how totally valuable it is. He taught me that I don't want to live the rest of my life without it.

I am in love now, difficult do to distance, lots of distance, but love just as real as real can be.

i learned that no matter how much work you put into building a relationship if its not meant to be its just not meant to be plain and simple

Ditto.

That I was foolish not to savor in those magical moments even more than I did when they were happening, which is pretty unimaginable actully because they were incredibly happy times! I should have soaked them up more because I didn't know then that I'd never experience love like that again. He taught me how to love and be loved, the tenderness involved in making love, and that love can last a lifetime. All of which are important lessons I treasure to this day.

Ironically, we just started talking again after more than twenty years. And he's single...

And I've been single my whole life, I'm about to graduate from college in a matter of days, my kid's graduating from high school in a few weeks, and then I'm free to go where I want, do what I want! Hmmmmm...if I didn't know any better, I'd think this might be a sign or something! Maybe I could still learn from my first love!

To live alone

Thats a good thing Ain't it

That men will only use you and play with your feelings.

To be very careful next time around

what i shoulda learned was not to do that again, and again, and again......

That I'd rather be alone.

From my first love, I learned about emotional
manipulation.
He said, unless you marry me, I will walk away.
It sorely traumatized me because, when I could
not decide, I mean, I loved him, I just was not
ready, he walked away when I did not answer the doot.
Three days later he died.
So, when my first husband asked me to marry him,
I threw up.
I was terrified to say no.

That if I wanted "love", then I should play tennis.

My late wife died from cancer-related problem. She taught me the same thing.

My ex-wife did the same to me. So, men don't have a monopoly on that sort of behavior.

Who cares where she gave you a Lewinsky. This thread is about love.