When Hearts Heal

Prologue

They say you never really forget your first love. That time would be healing. But, I guess all of the people who thought that to be true never met me. 

I wear my heart on my sleeve, almost quite literally. I feel deeply, love hard, and would give you the sun and moon if I could.  But I guess I was just a little too much for him to handle... 

I met my first love three years ago. He was the silent brooding type that you would read in books about. But oh, how the irony was lost on that one. I fell for him hook, line, and sinker. And then he sunk me... now don't get me wrong he wasn't a bad guy...persay. But he did turn out to be someone completely different than I thought. They all warned me about those rose-tinted glasses, little did I know that I had the brightest one of them all. What others saw as narcissistic, I saw as brokenness and his need to be loved. I thought that I could save him or even fix the broken parts of him. But my friends were right, broken people don't know how to love... 

I know in a way I should be grateful for the lessons he taught me. He taught me not to be so foolish and that wanting to see the best in other people, is all well and good but you shouldn't push reality to the side either. I guess I should thank him to a certain extent...because if it wasn't for him treating me like I didn't matter, I wouldn't have known what mediocrity and the bare minimum looked like in people. 

I lost myself in him. He was captivating and had this air of secrecy about him that I found myself drawn to like I wanted to figure him out. For a moment in time, he was my world. He was the one I thought I was going to end up marrying...but I guess, God had other plans... 

They say you never truly get over your first love. But those people never met Dominic Allen either...