When I was 16 years old, my first boyfriend broke up with me at a rock concert.
We weren’t together long, even by teenage standards, and it wasn’t exactly a serious relationship, but my heart was nonetheless broken. I imagine many of us recall the unique sting of a first-time heartbreak, and for me I remember swearing off that rock band forever.
Last week I was walking down the street in New York City (how many great stories start off that way?), listening to a 90′s mix my husband put on my ipod. Suddenly, that band from my childhood… that song (at least as I remember it) from my first teen heartbreak moment 20 years earlier filled my head.
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