Destined to be

chapter 26

Previously ;

Though you may have identified as part of a couple before, your first love is often the first time you actually felt like you were part of an “us” or a “we.” This may represent the first time you made decisions based on what made sense for you as a couple, instead of you as an individual. You may have even prioritized the other person’s thoughts, opinions, or feeling above you own when faced with a decision, relinquishing a few your preferences in favor of someone else’s.

Along with representing your youth, your first love reminds you of a time when the possibilities seemed endless and much of life felt new and exciting. Thinking of your first love may conjure up a variety of what-ifs, as you consider what could have been had you made different choices at key points in your life.

When Tyler and Mindy got together it was pink sky and unicorns for them . They were in a phase where they were not able to live without each other without a day .

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Let us talk about two people who were each other's first love . They fell for each other when they were young but they were not destined to be together and were drifted apart . Will they forget each other even if years have passed ?

Years and decades must have passed, but just thinking about our first loves seems to send our hearts aflutter. But have we really analysed what exactly is it that grips our imaginations, even five, ten, twenty years past the fact? No matter what the reasons for our break up, the one we first loved seems to be a part of our consciousness forever. Is it that we can't forget the person or we wish not to? Or rather who would want to?

Whenever we talk about our first love, it's like just yesterday we were dating them. It is not that we haven't made an effort, but we still manage to remember what he/she looked like and how much we loved him/her. Every little detail is remembered very clearly; the age difference, the smile, the eyes, the connection, just about everything.

Another important reason why we do not forget our first love is because whatever was done was done passionately. When it comes to our first love, we are passionate about loving each other, fighting with each other and also hurting each other. And even if you meet your first love after years, a glance is enough to light up your day. You may be happy in your own household, with your spouse and children, but the chemistry still exists, and the best part is you both are happy for each other.

Well, some flames might still be alive somewhere, especially if one of the partners is still single. You may never want to interfere in his/her life again, but you can't keep him/her out of your mind either.

Why can't we forget our first love after all? Love letters, gifts, tapes, soft toys — you might let go off your first love, but it is not easy to let go of the precious gifts. The instant heat and the undeniable attraction which was there years ago, still exist in these subtle forms . Every once in a while there comes a moment when we are reunited with our first love. Such moments can be bittersweet, but they surely leave you wondering; what actually went wrong ?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It happens sometimes, you realise that your first love is your true love and you make long term plans of settling down. But owing to certain circumstances you end up with someone else. Years later, when you meet again the fire burns as brightly. The reason being, that probably not love but affection and chemistry still exists somewhere in their hearts.

Some of us were lucky enough to get things right the first time. Once we found him/her, we never let him go. But for all those who weren't that lucky, keep in mind that it was your first love that made you wiser and older and taught you things that you wouldn't have learnt otherwise.

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A confused Tyler went to his Grandma's place . His parents and his grandma don't get along together . She lived in the outskirts of the town . Surprisingly she didn't came to his wedding . Though she didn't liked his parents but still Tyler meant a lot to her . Though she was not at a loss after all not being there saved her from the embarrassment . Tyler called the housekeeper he told him that his grandma was not in a good heath . Tyler went to see her . She was lying on her bed and looked very ill . Tyler sat beside her and talked his heart out to her ;

Tyler: " I feel like I have lost all my faith in love . "Grandma: " Don't do that to you . I am sure one day you will find someone who will love you as much as you will love her . "Tyler: " And then she will also leave me . Tearing my heart to pieces . "

Grandma: " Every girl is not Mindy . "

Tyler: " Yes and that's the sad part . "

Grandma: " I will tell you a story that won't ;et you loose your faith in love . "

Tyler: " Ok , as far as it does not have a heart break . "

Grandma: " AT lunch next day there were very nice pies, crayfish, and mutton cutlets; and while we were eating, Nikanor, the cook, came up to ask what the visitors would like for dinner. He was a man of medium height, with a puffy face and little eyes; he was close-shaven, and it looked as though his moustaches had not been shaved, but had been pulled out by the roots. Alehin told us that the beautiful Pelagea was in love with this cook. As he drank and was of a violent character, she did not want to marry him, but was willing to live with him without. He was very devout, and his religious convictions would not allow him to "live in sin"; he insisted on her marrying him, and would consent to nothing else, and when he was drunk he used to abuse her and even beat her. Whenever he got drunk she used to hide upstairs and sob, and on such occasions Alehin and the servants stayed in the house to be ready to defend her in case of necessity. We began talking about love. "How love is born," said Alehin, "why Pelagea does not love somebody more like herself in her spiritual and external qualities, and why she fell in love with Nikanor, that ugly snout -- we all call him 'The Snout' -- how far questions of personal happiness are of consequence in love -- all that is known; one can take what view one likes of it. So far only one incontestable truth has been uttered about love: 'This is a great mystery.' Everything else that has been written or said about love is not a conclusion, but only a statement of questions which have remained unanswered. The explanation which would seem to fit one case does not apply in a dozen others, and the very best thing, to my mind, would be to explain every case individually without attempting to generalize. We ought, as the doctors say, to individualize each case." "Perfectly true," Burkin assented. "We Russians of the educated class have a partiality for these questions that remain unanswered. Love is usually poeticized, decorated with roses, nightingales; we Russians decorate our loves with these momentous questions, and select the most uninteresting of them, too. In Moscow, when I was a student, I had a friend who shared my life, a charming lady, and every time I took her in my arms she was thinking what I would allow her a month for housekeeping and what was the price of beef a pound. In the same way, when we are in love we are never tired of asking ourselves questi ons: whether it is honourable or dishonourable, sensible or stupid, what this love is leading up to, and so on. Whether it is a good thing or not I don't know, but that it is in the way, unsatisfactory, and irritating, I do know." It looked as though he wanted to tell some story. People who lead a solitary existence always have something in their hearts which they are eager to talk about. In town bachelors visit the baths and the restaurants on purpose to talk, and sometimes tell the most interesting things to bath attendants and waiters; in the country, as a rule, they unbosom themselves to their guests. Now from the window we could see a grey sky, trees drenched in the rain; in such weather we could go nowhere, and there was nothing for us to do but to tell stories and to listen. "I have lived at Sofino and been farming for a long time," Alehin began, "ever since I left the University. I am an idle gentleman by education, a studious person by disposition; but there was a big debt owing on the estate when I came here, and as my father was in debt partly because he had spent so much on my education, I resolved not to go away, but to work till I paid off the debt. I made up my mind to this and set to work, not, I must confess, without some repugnance. The land here does not yield much, and if one is not to farm at a loss one must employ serf labour or hired labourers, which is almost the same thing, or put it on a peasant footing -- that is, work the fields oneself and with one's family. There is no middle path. But in those days I did not go into such subtleties. I did not leave a clod of earth unturned; I gathered together all the peasants, men and women, from the neighbouring villages; the work went on at a tremendous pace. I myself ploughed and sowed and reaped, and was bored doing it, and frowned with disgust, like a village cat driven by hunger to eat cucumbers in the kitchen-garden. My body ached, and I slept as I walked. At first it seemed to me that I could easily reconcile this life of toil with my cultured habits; to do so, I thought, all that is necessary is to maintain a certain external order in life.