Just yesterday I realised something pretty weird. I have spent the last 7 months hating upon the guy who broke my heart.He gave me my first heartbreak, the first experience of those eye-burning tears and the physical feeling of my heart shattering into pieces. But what I didnt realise until yesterday night, is that he is the same guy who gave me my first love too. My first kiss, the most beautiful memories, the support and the unconditional love.
Young love is the most beautiful of God's creation isnt it? Just like snow capped mountains or stars in the sky or warm chocolate cake or the steets of Greece. It is serene, pure and beautiful. Two young people, trying to discover themselves, each other and the mysteries of the world, together. You are partners in crime. What more could one ask for?
So here's to my first love- thank you for experiencing those wonderful things with me and loving me and then breaking my heart. You taught me the two most valuable lessons of life and I will be ever grateful. Thank you and with this I let you go. You are free and so am I.