{"id":206,"date":"2014-10-29T08:39:07","date_gmt":"2014-10-29T12:39:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=206"},"modified":"2014-10-29T08:39:07","modified_gmt":"2014-10-29T12:39:07","slug":"high-school-sweethearts-reconnect-50-years-later","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=206","title":{"rendered":"High School Sweethearts Reconnect 50 Years Later"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Asheville Citizen-Times 10\/29\/2014 &#8211;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_208\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/DebSteve1964.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-208\" class=\"wp-image-208 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/DebSteve1964-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"Steve &amp; Deb 1964\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/DebSteve1964-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/DebSteve1964.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-208\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Steve &amp; Deb 1964<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Deb was on a weekend getaway-birthday celebration with a group of girlfriends. In the evening, after a glass or two of wine, and as the hour grew late, the women began discussing their first loves.<\/p>\n<p>For Deb it had always been Steve. If she closed her eyes and remembered all the way back to 1964, she could still see the two of them dancing to their song, \u201cEbb Tide.\u201d They had been inseparable for years in high school, but after she left for college, they quickly broke up.<\/p>\n<p>And nothing was ever quite the same.<\/p>\n<p>That night, after the wine and stories, Deb had a dream urging her to call Steve. The strange thing was that she\u2019d had the same dream three weeks before.<\/p>\n<p>She thought it might be fun to have lunch with her old boyfriend and his wife (also a high school friend) the next time she was visiting Indianapolis, where they\u2019d all grown up. She\u2019d heard he was an attorney there, but after finding him online, she was sad to discover that his wife had passed away four years earlier.<\/p>\n<p>Deb called Steve\u2019s office and left a condolence message on his voice mail.<\/p>\n<p>Within minutes, he returned her phone call. They talked nonstop for an hour and a half.<\/p>\n<p>And it all began again.<\/p>\n<p>Steve had remained in Indianapolis, but Deb was now in Asheville. Still, there was so much in common, such extensive ground to cover \u2014 family members, old friends, children \u2014 all spanning decades. They began making phone calls at all hours. Deb said that she would wake up in the middle of the night and dial his number. Steve would do the same. They exchanged photographs.<\/p>\n<p>The two hadn\u2019t met yet, but in a long-distance romance gone wild, Deb confessed to Steve that after her divorce, she had sworn off men, but suddenly she was so happy she felt giddy. She even admitted to Steve she had a major crush on him. He took it a step further. He told her he thought he was falling in love.<\/p>\n<p>Two months later, in January, Deb flew to her hometown and the two met for the first time in nearly 50 years. He kissed her. And in Deb\u2019s words, \u201cI was a goner. That\u2019s all it took.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In March, on another visit, Steve drove her to the Royal Pines section of town, now an upscale housing community, but back in the \u201960s, a convenient place to park, unseen, on a date. He wanted to see if Deb remembered. She did. He proposed. She accepted.<\/p>\n<p>Steve asked her if she would consider moving to Indiana. As much as she loved Asheville, Deb agreed. But then a funny thing happened. Along with falling in love with Deb, over the course of several visits, Steve had fallen in love with Asheville, too.<\/p>\n<p>He was very close to his son, Adam, and mentioned he was considering moving. \u201cI feel bad because it means I won\u2019t see you as much anymore,\u201d he told him.<\/p>\n<p>Adam offered up a smile.\u201cI can\u2019t get you out of town fast enough. I think you\u2019re crazy if you don\u2019t go. You\u2019ll have a beautiful home in a beautiful city with the love of your life. What could ever be bad about that?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On July 19 of this year, Deb and Steve were married in Asheville.<\/p>\n<p>They had never pined for each other in the decades apart \u2014 no lost love desperation. When Deb heard that Steve was married, she remembers hoping he would be happy. Steve had totally lost track of Deb and through the years was busy with his law practice while raising a family. He dated a little after his wife passed away but wasn\u2019t seriously looking for another life partner.<\/p>\n<p>And then the stars aligned.<\/p>\n<p>Since their wedding, Deb\u2019s children have thanked Steve for making their mother so happy. Steve\u2019s daughter and son have had the same conversation with Deb.<\/p>\n<p>And today, as a couple, their love is sweet, kind, and unassuming. They both believe that maturity adds substance to their marriage. Little things that were once so important no longer matter. Steve says he\u2019s left all his fighting back in the courtroom.<\/p>\n<p>They sing along with the Beach Boys. They watch romantic comedies together. They hold hands and talk about old friends, all the while acknowledging their good fortune in finding each other again, understanding that it\u2019s a second chance most people are never given.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSomewhere in the back of my heart she always lingered,\u201d Steve says.<\/p>\n<p>And if Deb closes her eyes and thinks back, way back, she can see them dancing to the voices of the Righteous Brothers \u2014 just as they do now, 50 years later and 100 years wiser.<\/p>\n<p>Her first love is her last love.<\/p>\n<p>The stuff dreams are made of.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_209\" style=\"width: 194px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/Deb-and-Steve-2014-wp.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-209\" class=\"size-full wp-image-209\" src=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/Deb-and-Steve-2014-wp.jpg\" alt=\"Deb and Steve 2014\" width=\"184\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-209\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Deb and Steve 2014<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Ted Alexander lives in Asheville. His first novel, \u201cThe Fall of Summer,\u201d a 1960s coming-of-age story, is now available at Malaprop\u2019s Bookstore\/Cafe and via\u00a0http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/Books.html. Contact him at tedmalexander@gmail.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/?p=206\" rel=\"bookmark\" title=\"Permalink to High School Sweethearts Reconnect 50 Years Later\"><p>Asheville Citizen-Times 10\/29\/2014 &#8211; Deb was on a weekend getaway-birthday celebration with a group of girlfriends.<\/p>\n<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-206","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-asheville-citizen-times-articles","h-entry","hentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7iRM4-3k","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=206"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":210,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/206\/revisions\/210"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=206"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=206"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/tedmalexander.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=206"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}