It’s the first time he smiles at you. It’s the first time he picks you up for a date.
It’s the first time you feel this way about someone. Every little thing he does warms your heart.
It’s the first time you truly let your guard down.
It’s the first time someone made you feel like the most important thing in the world. It’s a good feeling.
It’s the first time you want to give more than you take because his happiness is what makes you happiest.
It’s the first time you feel like maybe, just maybe you could be together forever.
But time passes. And all the firsts give way to seconds, and thirds, you lose count. And you let all the things you once found beautiful become routine. And slowly, but suddenly it’s the first time you realize that happiness isn’t found. It’s earned.
It’s the first time you realize that the person who can make you the happiest is also the one who can bring you the most pain.
It’s the first time you hold the bow and let someone else pull back the arrow aimed at your chest. You trust him not to let go.
It’s the first time you know what it’s like when it’s over.
It’s the first time you feel completely helpless like you’re reaching for something but slips through your finger.
It’s the first time you realize no matter how much you both wanted it, it would never have worked out in the end.
When first love ends.. you wonder if you ever knew what it even was. If what you had was even real. But it’s your first love, not your last. You learn to laugh, to cry, to hold on, to let go. And when you love again, maybe you will love better.
And maybe this time, longer.