days of our lives - day 02

Your first love

From simple introductions to talk of a first love. Yowza. This one is a smidge tricky.

My first love was Stephen Capperell. My "late bloomer" status dictated that the majority of intimate / serious / long-term / whatever moments in my life happened...well, later. I met Steve when I was living in Rochester, after having graduated from college. But for the life of me, I can't remember if I was living with my cousin or if it was after Shawner and I had decided to roommate it up. Anyhoo...I don't remember exactly where but we met...wait for it...online and I remember talking for a week or so and then going to the movies (Along Came a Spider). It was a full-on first date kind of evening. He picked me up (is it just me or is it odd that I remember him picking me up but don't remember where the hell I was living?), it was a perfectly delightful evening and when it was over, he took me home.

I refer to him as my first love because he was the first person with whom I had a romantic relationship. He went with a friend out to Seattle one weekend to visit another friend and when I dropped him back at work after having met him for lunch the day before they left, he told me he loved me. And I told him the same. But you know how there's the kind of love you feel for someone because you simply enjoy their personality and company and there's the kind of love you feel for someone because when you come into each others' lives, you turn it upside friggin' down in such an amazing way, you're left wondering how the hell it's even possible for one person to have had such a profound effect on you? Yeah. Steve wasn't the latter. At one point in High Fidelity, Rob says about his relationship with Laura:

She didn't make me miserable, or anxious, or ill at ease. You know, it sounds boring, but it wasn't. It wasn't spectacular either. It was just good. But really good.

That was exactly how I felt about Steve. Things were easy and comfortable. There were other people, both before and after Steve, for whom I had much different and much stronger feelings. But I consider Steve my first love and enjoyed the time in my life when we were together. When I decided to move to Chicago, I knew my feelings for him weren't strong enough to warrant the effort it would take to make a long distance relationship like that work, so I ended things.

He eventually joined LiveJournal and we became 'friends' on there but I used the living hell out of that site, posted a good deal of personal stuff and locked most of it. Shortly thereafter, he stopped using his own journal and we just fell out of touch. Last I knew, he was still living in Rochester and happily married.

And...SCENE.