I talked to an old flame today. Just a few minutes, online, but it was enough to put me into a memory funk. It was an odd relationship from the start. We both knew it was finite since I was moving in 5 months, but it was intense. He just told me that I was his first. I had always felt kind of bad for being with him (he was just 16, I was almost 18) when I knew it was temporary, but this has added a new layer of guilt that wasn't there before.