"The First Love Experience."  - Original Writing

"The First Love Experience." - Original Writing

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"The first love experience", is a story written of my experience falling into true love for the first time, and the falling out of it. It explores when i first started getting to know him, To the beginning of our relationship, to its peak of being great, its peak of falling down, and the time and stress it took to try to get over it. The experience of finding yourself, finding a new version of yourself with the presence of someone else, losing them and feeling as if you've lost it all, and having to find a new version of you, all over again. It's a semi-poetic look through love, heartbreak, and growth. <3 My goal with this story is to create a literature for future youth to look through, when they think its the end of everything after losing themselves to heartbreak, etc. I want this to be a story that lifts spirits, but also teaches that growth is painful, everything is, but it's good for you, and you're life is still worth living, even if you feel lost, even if you feel you have no one anymore, heartbreak isnt the end of everything. Heartbreaks are in everything, it's pushing through them that make you a stronger better person. :)
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I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

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