First love is a gift and a revile. A virgin heart is guileless and uneducated, no doubt. The affection for first love is careless and unconstrained. The affection for first love is youthful, wild and free.
The force of first love is something we sit tight for, something we long for. We envision our first kiss, our first time engaging in sexual relations, and our first "I adore you." We envision riding horseback into the nightfall.
Be that as it may, understanding a first love is mind boggling. The idea is just a front line, an unknown dialect, an outside land.
At first it is a special night, a brilliant period of adoration and unconstrained butterflies. At that point, we question.
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How do I know this is love? I’ve never loved before. How do I know if my first love is the love of my life? I’ve never loved anyone else. How do I know if my first love is my soulmate? I don’t know what a soulmate is.
Question after question — they drive us wild. They drive us insane. But it’s okay to question, and it’s certainly okay to doubt. In fact, it’s a good thing. It means the love is worth fighting for.
Most importantly, it is okay to walk away from your first love, to accept that first love is sometimes merely the “happily” phase of “happily ever after.”
We never imagine the pain of first love, maybe because it is just too damn painful to imagine. And that’s what truly changes us: the pain of love.
Understand that love strikes more than once. And the love of first love is what gives us the strength and courage to love again, to breathe again. Subsequent loves repair the pieces of a broken heart with ease. They pick up the shattered pieces so naturally that we forget our hearts were ever broken in the first place. It is both remarkable and magical.
Power to the heart. It works it strange and mysterious ways.
Your first love is a blessing and a curse. A cruel joke of the universe. It introduces us to the idea of love; it introduces to a new feeling of pain. Savor first love. Savor the love after first love.
Everything happens for a reason.
Trust the heart. Follow the heart. Take care of the heart.
Embrace the blessing. Embrace the curse. And embrace the glorious hot mess of first love.
