the Diane Memoirs

I don't know if anyone can truly forget their first honest to goodness love. There's always a faint, faceless recollection of playground crushes and first girlfriends. But the first person that makes you sort of stop in your tracks the first time you see them and leaves you stuttering for days on end, every time someone even mentions their name? They're unforgettable. That was Diane. She wasn't an average first love either. She was like a fairytale. I swear, whenever I was around her, I heard music. A whole soundtrack. I heard angels singing. I heard everything beautiful there was to hear because I was with the most beautiful person there was to be. She wasn't sweet like honey or hard on the outside but soft on the inside like a Cadbury Creme Egg. No. Diane was exceptionally exceptional. There's no way to describe her without telling her story.