They Say You Never Forget Your First Love…

When I was in the fourth grade, I fell in love with a boy named Michael Rayburn. Our teacher had doled out assigned seats and I was assigned the seat behind his. While the teacher touted her infinite wisdom, I would stare dreamily at the back of Michael’s head and try to decipher whether he loved me back or not. I usually decided that he definitely did.
After all, sometimes, at recess, he would share his snack with me. And he always had the best snacks, we’re talking creamsicles here. Compared to the grapes my mom packed me it was pure heaven, and he shared it with me. Now if that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is. Week after week I tried to find a way to tell him how I felt and to ask him if he felt the same way about me, but before I could muster the courage my parents decided to relocate and we moved out of state. A distance of 500 miles tends to put a damper on the budding romance of even the most heartfelt 9 year olds, so that was pretty much the end of any chance of my ever becoming the future Mrs. Michael Rayburn.

I work in administration at a corporate office, so I deal with a lot of customers’ paperwork, but not the customers themselves. One afternoon I was processing payments when I noticed the name on one of the payments and my heart skipped a beat. It read Michael C. Rayburn. Could it be the Michael Rayburn? Was this fate bringing him back to me? Did his middle name start with C? If only I knew! I decided that looking up his account might provide a clue. Could it be possible that he is still living in the same town? My hands were shaking a little as I typed his name into the system lookup field. It seemed like something important was happening, something bigger than a mere coincidence. I held my breath as the system searched for his name … and let it out in a rush as the system results returned 32 matches for customers named Michael Rayburn. Who knew it was such a common name?

It’s probably best to leave the past in the past anyway, but since it’s been brought to the forefront of my mind, I’ve gathered some quotes on the subject of first love:


“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.” – Benjamin Disraeli


“First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.” – George Bernard Shaw


“A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.” – Henry Louis Mencken


“It’s like trying to describe what you feel when you’re standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon or remembering your first love or the birth of your child. You have to be there to really know what it’s like.” – Jack Schmitt


“First love is dangerous only when it is also the last.” – Branislav Nusic


“First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever.” – Rosemary Rogers


“No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.” – Thomas Moore


And of course, there is the saying that you never forget your first love, and I suppose it must be true. I can’t remember the name of my second grade teacher, my high school alma mater, or the street number of my childhood home … but I’ve never forgotten Michael Rayburn with his light brown hair and face covered in freckles. Wherever he is, I hope his real love has turned out to be as wonderful as mine has.



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