I know that Colette if she still exists must surely look different to when last I saw her so many years ago.

After all, she was 18, I was 20.

Old now, the memory of her, of what she said, and how she looked at me, has stayed with me all my life.

But, if tomorrow she came up to me in the street and asked the way, would I still know who she was, or what she meant to me?

Yes, I would know Colette, even if her hair must now be grey, her eyes are surely same dark blue as on the very first day.

Her smile bright and just as warm as the sun,, Her brown curls and her giggle

Good Topic!

"What do you remember about a long lost love?"

When I was but a wee Melmacian, I watched in anticipation as a cook prepared a cat soufflé. It was beautiful.

Just as the soufflé was rising to perfection, the community belching choir began rehearsing in a neighboring building. The shock wave that they created reached the soufflé, causing it to collapse.

I was heartbroken. I still get emotional when talking about it.

Oh, if you think that the community belching choir was bad, then be thankful that you weren't around when the community flatulence orchestra had rehearsals.

Actually I missed drive threw theater

My boyfriend died when we were 22.
In my mind he is the same..smiling,
all teeth, all laughter, nothing like
in the casket.

That is what I carry with me always.

I remember when disco was young in 78. I had a girlfriend who was my age but her body was 10 years older looking. Everybody wondered why she was with me. Come to think of it she said I cracked her up. She was hot. We were kissing buddies.

I was 15 yrs. He was 18 yrs. At that age, i guessed, look was so important.
And he was very handsome. I remembered feeling top of the world. So proud to have his attention.
We broke up later ( cannot remembered why)

We met again when I was in my 20s. But it was not the same anymore.
At that time, I realized and learned...Look is nothing without good personality and characteristics. It is just an empty shell.

Well there was this one time at band camp.....

Yes you will know her by your heart beat because you may not know her from out side look due to the time works changes but still your heart will give you alarming extra beats because she was living there all that time

Yes but it gives a bitter taste but learn us that the outside looking is not the ideal measure and as we age we started to learn to read the people and understanding them within short time .

How he looked so rugged but always smelled so nice

how you were the only one I brought home that my mother approved of
how we would spend hours just talking about anything..everything
that look in your eyes when you looked at me
how you used to slip and call your next girlfriend by my name..
how we argued over the future and our plans and our outlooks on life
but yet still kept in touch for years after going our separate ways

Roller skating! I was 17, she was 16

The safety,comfort,knowing what she was thinking and what she liked,, the way she would spoon me at night made me feel like a Giant...a Super Hero' hjer head in my chest. I could feel my own heart pounding out of my chest...

I miss the way her hair smelled.

And her skin ,shampoo, Perfume.. her pillow the comforter

My sweet sixteen sweetheart.. what a great kisser!

I remember how she smiled at me, asking me if I was ok after I had just busted my azz on the monkey bars. All I could do was gasp for air...as the wind had been knocked out of me. Such sweet, sweet memories.

The way he smiled when I blushed.
He would gently hold my hand and brush hair away from my face. His lips so soft

Perhaps I made the wrong decision when he came back 25 years later wanting another go.

I miss the companionable silence in a room when nothing needed to be said, but the love was definitely felt. I miss the look that only he and I understood that no one else could... I miss being someone's somebody and they being mine.