Pieces of Mine

It's something entwined around your life, your body, your soul; first love. It's like trying to forget to breathe. It's funny how that happens. How someone comes into your life and you forgot how it was before them. Years later you still can't remember. Even after they have made their exit out. The hold on your mind and heart by itself is impossible to shake. No matter where you are, who you are, who your with, or even what has happened you find yourself at least thinking about that person for one second each and everyday. You remember the details. The happiness, the anger, and for a flash you wonder what would have or could have been. You remember how you felt and at some point you realize you want it back so bad. Despite everything your first love brands you. How could you forget? You can't. It's impossible to forget one of the only things that you will remember in the end. Every single person on this earth is uncontrollably tied to the memory of their first love. No matter how much you love your current significant other, you will undeniably, at some point, still think of the first; and sometimes, if your really lucky, your first is also your current, your future, and your last. That is not the kind of story this is.