As humans we seem to be designed to want and give love. I truly loved someone in my early 20s and broke up with her after 5 years of intense romance. But I left her. Why? Because I wanted to know what it was like to be with someone else. I was just a stupid man-child. After 20 years- 20 YEARS! and a marriage and 2 children to another woman, i find myself still in love, still in love with my first love - almost despite myself. I wish to seek her out and proclaim my undying endless love. I am truly tortured. True love exists.