You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart. Because when you do, it becomes a tendency, and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong instead.
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get, no mater what. That piece holds innocence - the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be. Everything that was proven wrong.
I admit, the memories pull me back into that warm familiar reality, a comfort zone from the past that is now incomprehensible to me.
