For so long I have loved you that I can’t remember when I didn’t. Change and circumstances separated us. We went on with our lives with other people. With you my heart learned to love. Our first times are precious to me. I will treasure those memories always. R.Y.
Something about first love defies duplication.
Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten.
After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied.
When it ends, no amount of scrubbing
will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images,
but sooner or later, you find that there’s space
for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
From “Where You Are” by Tammara Webber
Time has smoothed off the rough edges of my memory. Now almost nothing but good times remain including some incredibly touching parts. The bad we shared wasn’t that bad and the joyful moments were amazing. We were just ‘kids” then who didn’t have a clue. E.T.
I am glad it cannot happen twice,
the fever of first love.
For it is a fever,
and a burden, too,
whatever the poets may say.
Daphne du Maurier
Falling in and out of love with you had a purpose. The heartbreak prepared me to appreciate the love of my life when it arrived. There will always be a little spot with your initials inscribed on it tucked away safely in my heart. First love never completely dies. A.P.
In Nature, things are broken with a purpose:
clouds break to pour rains,
rivers break to water fields,
fields break to yield crops,
seeds break to yield plants
… so if ever you feel broken,
understand that you must be part
of a better and more beautiful purpose…