I remember two sweethearts in particular. One was my "first." I was the other's "first." They both found guys much more suited to them than me. I tried to rekindle something recently with the latter, but like somebody else said, she's married with 3 kids, and of course that can't work. Ironically, I called her on the very day her husband proposed to her and told her I wanted her back. This was several years after high school. She cried, and didn't tell me why at the time, because she had already accepted, and my timing was bad. The other sweetheart, well, I'm just glad that she was happy, and hope she still is. What is it about high school sweethearts that makes them so $#(% special, anyway? Nevertheless, they are.