I spent a lot of my time thinking I was in love with someone when I was younger, when truly I hadn't even experience what it was like go love just yet. When I finally knew what love was I was in 9th grade. My first love was with a boy who I had met at the beginning of middle school, and who I would destroy by the end. I wasn't always kind to him, and I regret it. The view he had on me by the end of our friendship/relationship was terrible. 3 years I led him on, playing cruel games, trying to be a girl I wasn't. I had talked on the phone with him for hours, I had spend countless days with him, and never once did I regret them. I truly believe I wanted to be with him, and that we were supposed to be together if not for my troubles, and my depression. I knew I could always count on him, and the heart breaking thing is he couldn't ever count on me, because it was always about me. It haunts me to this day what I put him through in the last few months of our friendship. No matter how bad he was to me, what I did will always outweigh it. I have made my amends, and I will always have a special place for him in my heart, perhaps if we weren't so young when we had met things would have been different.
To my first love: Thank you for showing me things no one else could, thank you for helping me realize my selfishness and become a better person. I am so grateful.
-S.M.
"There is no love like the first."
-Nicholas Sparks
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