I've read lots of stories that say the first love is everything: the most beautiful, the most hurtful, one of the only things you can never forget. But, what about the second love? The one who makes you laugh again, the one who helps you forget about how bad hurt you the first person you let yourself love. I think that it's the love that actually matters, without mentioning the ones that come after, the second love can be as beautiful, painful and unforgettable as the first one.
So fuck the first love! 'Cause you fall in love more than one.
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RandomPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
