And on the other side of the coin, we don’t forget old grudges, either.
But there’s a crucial difference. First Love can make us sigh wistfully and fill us with sweet melancholy for what is so long gone.
A grudge, on the other hand, nags like a bad toothache. And such was the case with two guys I know, who, out of respect for their privacy, I’ll refer to as A and B.
Actually, the grudge was not mutual. In fact, while it bugged A, B wasn’t even aware of it — at least not until The Ralph Bunche of Upper Tupper interceded.