When you meet your first love you genuinely believe you will last forever. For some, you get lucky the first try, and it does. But, for me, it did not. I met him my tenth-grade year. We had a creative writing class together . . . although all we really ever ended up doing in that class was play cards together and somehow, wonderfully, fall in love.By October, barely over a month later, I was head over heels in love—heart-stopping, stomach-flipping, Miley and Liam in “The Last Song” in love. We then became what everyone has to call “official” on October 28, 2013.I thought we would last forever.I thought we would get married. We talked about what our kids could be like one day. We were going to grow old together.
August 10, 2015, he broke up with me. I was absolutely devastated; if devastated can even describe the kind of pain your heart feels when you lose your first true love. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I just cried. I cried for three straight days. I cried myself to sleep every night for a month. I honestly had never felt worse in my life. I could only wonder “Why?”, “What did I do?”, "Does he not love me?", "How did we come to this from where we started?"
It’s hard to believe that two years can just be thrown away in a day. But it can. I loved him. I still love him. And I will always love him. The truth is your first love, true love, never leaves you.You can’t forget. And as time passes and my heart heals, I am starting to learn that this is all okay. Your first love is amazing. It’s a feeling like no other. So keep it tucked away in your heart. Remember your goofy smiles, that annoying thing he always did, and the happiness that you can only feel with your first love. Whether it last 5 months, 5 years, or some place in between, keep it forever. I know I will.
