First loves. First butterflies. First plans. First dates. First time you had your heart ripped apart.
First love smells like grass freshly mown, with the feeling of satisfaction and being one with something better than yourself.
First love tastes like melted chocolate in your mouth, that feeling of addiction which you want to deny exists but in your heart you know it is there.
First love consists of stolen glances. When you want to pretend that you’re not looking and maybe, that you do not care, but you care so much that your heart might just pop out.
First love reminds you of that one time, when you believed that anything was possible. When you believed that everything was going to turn out all right.
First love is about the plans that were never executed. The dreams that were lost in the long dark nights. First love is about the time when you were broken beyond mend. It is about realizing that you are stronger than you believe you are.
First loves. First kisses. First night holding their hand and feeling complete. Of teary eyed goodbyes and crying your heart out alone. When you do not remember how you lived your life before you fell in love.
The highest of highs. The lowest of lows. With just one question at the end.