My First Love

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I will never forget you. I also don't wish to forget you. You are wholly a piece of me, who taught me to believe in love, believe in myself, and see myself in love for the first time. At first, I did not know the girl who stood in front of the mirror when I was only 18 years old, living away from home for the first time. She was unfamiliar, happy, filled to the brim, who was that?

I loved you like I have never loved any other, even to this day. I loved you recklessly, beautifully. I was a naive girl, but so passionate and so in love. Sometimes I see you and it takes me back. My memories with you are so vivid to where I reach out my hand and I feel as if you'll reach back out.

I have always known that i would love you for the rest of my life because I loved you in a way that I would never love anyone else. That brings me fear. It brings me the fear that you will be the fullest my heart will ever feel. Then again, I guess I haven't experience the love that's supposed to last a lifetime. Maybe it will be then that I will fall into that reckless love that I once remembered.

It's amazing to look back and remember the great parts that made us fun, giggly, and dangerous all at once. You made me feel thrill in the deepest parts of my throat, deep into my insides. You touched parts of me that I never knew existed and that I sometimes still crave.

You are my first love.

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