I’ve had both the privilege and misfortune of falling in love more than once. Of realising that love isn’t limited, but can come at the expense of heartbreak. The first time, though? The first time I felt those butterflies waltz around my stomach and rested comfortably in the knowledge that I was loved back. That I could experience that magical thing movies spoke of. Of course, it didn’t last. But that didn’t make it any less special. So, to the first person I ever loved – I don’t know if you’re reading this. I hope you are. Because there are lot of things my young heart never had the courage to say.
Thank you for teaching me, even when my heart was young and immature, that I was capable of love.
We were each other’s first love, but I’m glad we aren’t each other’s last. Our love did not make us right for each other.
I’m glad I chose you to have my heart broken by, for the first time. Even in heartbreak, you were loved.
Just because we broke our promises of forever to each other, does not make our little piece of infinity any less beautiful.
Though our love was more holding hands and kisses on the cheek than anything else, I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Thank you for never pressurizing me into doing something I was uncomfortable with. You have no idea how grateful I am for that.
I couldn’t forget you even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to forget you.
There was a time it hurt too much to think of a life without you. It doesn’t hurt anymore.
I do not miss the person I was in love with. But I do miss my best friend, the person I loved.
I didn’t think I would feel as intensely as I did for you, ever again. But love isn’t a one-time thing, and for that, I am grateful.
I’m not sorry for changing when you wanted things to stay the same. That’s what people do. They change.
You were the best sort of love, one untainted by adulthood, and filled with innocence. That’s what made the end so painful.
Maybe you were a mistake. Maybe we were a mistake. But it’s a mistake I’d happily make twice.