I was in love once. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life, or at least that's how I saw her at the time.
She was my first love. My first girlfriend. I thought it was perfect, that she was perfect. I thought we were soulmates. That we were meant to be.
But life isn't perfect. Everyone knows that. I ignored that for her though. I wanted her. I was selfless yet selfish, only hurting both of us in the process.
I tucked away my own feelings to spare her's.
She was my first heartbreak. Everything I thought about her was wrong. She wasn't my romantic soulmate. She didn't even love me "that way."
It took a long time to accept that fact about her. It took a lot of self restraint, of self reminders. Reminders that I can't pine away for a woman who never loved me to begin with.
But that love, though it may have been untrue, taught me that everything happens for a reason. She may have not been my romantic soulmate, but she is my best friend. She is the only person in this world who can really make me happy. And, believe me, I've looked everywhere for another.
So whether it be romantic or platonic, our relationship is important to me.
It may have taken a heart break or two to realize, but I know it now.
So, hopefully I can take that information into a new dawn. And hopefully, despite everything that happens now, we can stay as close as possible.
Because she may have been my first heartbreak, but she was also my first life lesson, and my first true best friend.
And for that, I am eternally grateful........
