Dear Amy: They say you never forget your first love. Is reaching out to them crossing a line?
Life for me was like a "rom-com" movie; I grew up in a gorgeous home. I was in love with the boy next door, "Brian." We had a pretend wedding when we were kids and always joked about being married to each other. His mom even saved the picture from our pretend wedding.
I loved him very much. We had our first sexual experience together. Then, my father's once-successful business went under and our house was foreclosed. We were forced to move.
Brian wrote me a letter when I moved about how he would always be there for me, and for a while, he was. But then he started having commitment issues, we both met different people and he went away to college.
Fast-forward to today. We both are married to lovely people, and he lives in a different city.
The thought of cheating on my husband makes me cringe. But Brian plays in a band, and I have thought about going to the venue just to "run into" him again.
I think about him every day. I dream about him at least once a week. It's always exciting to dream about him, but I'm sad when I wake up.
This is a constant ache in my soul. Is it too late to reach out and say hello, or should I let it go?