"I fell in love with someone at a young age. I got over him, moved on. I fell in love again, but not quite so fast, not so hard. It's like if you get in a car accident for the first time and you end up really injured because of it. You probably drive a lot more cautiously, maybe not at all.
"I fell in love with him, I let him in, let him see all sides of me. Then he broke me. I closed a tinny part of myself off to people I fell in love with ever since."
"And now he's back." My best friend whispered.
I nodded. "Now he's back. Ten years after high school. But the problem is, I think I'm still in love with him. Thirteen years without him and he shows up at my door to say 'Hey' and I'm falling hard again.
"How does this happen? I was fifteen. I didn't know what love was. I didn't feel complete loss. But I have never felt this way over anyone but him before. Your first love shouldn't be the one you want more than anything. It should be your regrets, your mistakes."
I curled up into a ball. "If I would have told my fifteen year old self that I would still love him after years, I would believe it more than then I do now."
It was like a fairytale, a story that we told our kids to get them to go to sleep at night. That our first love would be our last.
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