<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: On First Loves</title>
	<atom:link href="http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/</link>
	<description></description>
	<lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 15:33:31 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: Thursday's Child</title>
		<link>http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/comment-page-1/#comment-1686</link>
		<dc:creator>Thursday's Child</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 17:58:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.tylerfontaine.com/blog/?p=24#comment-1686</guid>
		<description>golfwidow: This was written many years afterward, after I had, in fact, gone through another relationship.  One in which I was engaged and subsequently broke that engagement.  Samantha, the girl, has read the story.  In fact, I had changed her name for the sake of publication, but after she read it, she had me change it back.  Perhaps someone has written something for you, you&#039;ve just been too long out of touch and you&#039;ll never see it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>golfwidow: This was written many years afterward, after I had, in fact, gone through another relationship.  One in which I was engaged and subsequently broke that engagement.  Samantha, the girl, has read the story.  In fact, I had changed her name for the sake of publication, but after she read it, she had me change it back.  Perhaps someone has written something for you, you&#8217;ve just been too long out of touch and you&#8217;ll never see it.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: golfwidow</title>
		<link>http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/comment-page-1/#comment-1684</link>
		<dc:creator>golfwidow</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:18:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.tylerfontaine.com/blog/?p=24#comment-1684</guid>
		<description>I wonder why I have never had a relationship with anyone who was either capable of or cared to write anything for me.  How fortunate she was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wonder why I have never had a relationship with anyone who was either capable of or cared to write anything for me.  How fortunate she was.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: Thursday's Child</title>
		<link>http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/comment-page-1/#comment-967</link>
		<dc:creator>Thursday's Child</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 02:57:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.tylerfontaine.com/blog/?p=24#comment-967</guid>
		<description>Sheila: Thanks!  Yeah, I tend to be a pretty sensitive kind of guy, and Samantha was my first love, and she&#039;s not someone I&#039;ll ever forget.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sheila: Thanks!  Yeah, I tend to be a pretty sensitive kind of guy, and Samantha was my first love, and she&#8217;s not someone I&#8217;ll ever forget.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: Sheila Cason</title>
		<link>http://www.thursdays-child.net/2007/04/24/on-first-loves/comment-page-1/#comment-966</link>
		<dc:creator>Sheila Cason</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 02:54:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.tylerfontaine.com/blog/?p=24#comment-966</guid>
		<description>Oh...you captured it nicely. So sweet to hear the other side. I&#039;ll never forget my first love and it he felt half as much as you did the pain would&#039;ve been worth it</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh&#8230;you captured it nicely. So sweet to hear the other side. I&#8217;ll never forget my first love and it he felt half as much as you did the pain would&#8217;ve been worth it</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>

