As I write this today, I know that wherever I go, whoever I meet, whatever I do, I will not have a second love I get to call my first. And truth be told that hurts me. In an ideal world, we'd all end up with our first loves because when everything fades and the smoke subsides each and everyone will tell you that if their first love would suddenly walk in through the door on a shivery Sunday morning decades after they last met, they'd still fall back in love with them. That is the way it is, that is the way we are and that is the way it'll always be.
With you, with me and with every other soul that has ever graced this planet.
- Sayan Sen
