"As a writer , how do you describe your first love?"
I think people always ask about the first love as if the answer is the first person who held your hand..
It isn't., !
I had people before 'my first love'. They mattered in the way passing seasons matter.. They came, they changed me and then they left..
Yet she was different..
إذا فيه شي مثالِي لوصف علاقتي فيها (أو وصفي أنا عامة) فأظن إنهم أغانِي هوزِير..
at first we were like that line in "Too Sweet"
"You're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" I really believed she was too sweet for me..
But despite it all we worked .. and she became the measure of everything then.. our love was, like in "Would That I"
"Settle soft and as pure as snow"
And our ending wasn't about a lack of love or anyone doing anything wrong.. we both tried so hard to fight the problems (shoutout to my bad mental health) but it eventually just wore us out..
She had to step away, and I had to let her go..
:)) .. I really believe the final act of love is letting go..
HOWEVER, I know I'd " go so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you.."
أنا كشخص ماني جيّد أبدا بوصف مشاعري أو شي مثل اول شخص حبيته still فيه أشخاص relatable..
( The cure-olivia Rodrigo)
(It ain't me, babe )
(Futile devices)
(Who knows)
بعيدا عن الهبل الي كتبته انصح جدّا بسماع الاغاني ذول.. مارح تندموا !
