My heart was once full and beautiful. Filled with an array of brilliant colors. So bright and so alive. I met a boy. I fell in love. I loved a boy for the first time. He was the boy who was supposed to be my once upon a time. The boy who was going to be my Prince Charming. The boy who was going to make my wildest dreams come true. I loved him with a love so deep, so vast, that my soul believed that this love was all that it would need.

He was the boy that kissed me hard, the one who held me close, and the one who broke me. My once vibrant heart began to dull. The heart once full of color, joy, and optimism faded into a muscle beating solely to survive. When he left he took the best parts of me. He took the joy, the love, the laughter, the life, and part of my heart. From him I learned. I learned to cry. I learned to heal. I learned to be strong. I learned that I could be alone yet be so loved. He was the boy who broke my heart for the first time. The boy who taught me to love. The boy who I’ll never forget. For him I am grateful. He will forever be the boy who was…