(taken from my first ever blog --- eons ago in my 20s.)
It has often been said our First Loves are the hardest to let go of. This is where the cheesy cliché "first love never dies" comes into play. I think this is because for that moment, everything feels new to us. Everything IS new. We see things in a different, much colorful light. And we love it. We become those squeamishly mushy romantics and we never thought we had it in us. The very first exhilarating taste of love is always incomparable.
My First Love wasn’t what you would call love at first sight. We crossed paths in high school but nothing serious came out of it. College came and in my search for spiritual enlightenment, fate led me back to my first love. An unexplainable attraction drew us closer. This time, we found ourselves committed to the other. The relationship opened my eyes to things I never thought possible.
With my First Love, I laughed my hardest. Friendship played a part — my first love was constantly there for me, even through the hard times. I swore it was untouched bliss in its purest state. We got along so well that I don’t recall a time we fought, or even disagreed. Although, that became a problem --- our relationship was short of growth.
We decided to part ways. We’d run into each other on occasions. But that was that. The interest kind of fizzled out. This went on for years until a couple months ago…the inevitable happened. I found myself back with my First Love. And just like the first time, I was happy, contented. We lived a romance reminiscent of fairy tales'… But also, just like before, our bond couldn’t grow and old problems resurfaced.
Now it’s time again for me to turn my back on this affair if I want to find my focus. Once again, I will have to say goodbye. My First Love, I will miss you terribly. But worry not, for my love is of the undying kind. --- I can see that I’ll be puffing you again in the future. 'Til the next joint…
