Me: "So tell me about your first love."
Her:"My first love? You want me to tell you about my first love?"
Me: "Yes? Ma'am. Please."
Her: "I finally understood what love meant with him. He was my everything. He was my world. I loved him like crazy. He was the best. He always had a way with words. He knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. He was my prince charming. I am who I am because of him. He's the reason why I never gave up, the reason I never lost faith, the reason I smiled. He was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Now, you may say how can he be beautiful, the answer is that he just was. He was beautiful. He was a best friend. I can tell him anything, and he wouldn't judge me. I could tell him a secret, and he would keep it. We shared many laughs, smiles, fights and tears. His kisses. His kisses were amazing. They they they were so warm. Like a mother's kiss. Boy did I love those kisses. My mom told me that I was young, and that he might just be a come and go type of person. Boy was she wrong. He left, but stayed in my heart forever. I gave him my everything. I gave him my all. It seems so unreal, like a dream. As in I never thought I would meet the love of my life. But then, it all ended. My world crashed down. It ended. I let go of the most beautiful thing in my life. I was so hurt, I felt like it was the end of the world. Yes, I let go of him, but that doesn't mean I can't miss him. I was putting on a fake smile, pretending to be happy. But inside I was hurting. I had the worst pain ever. At night, I would cry. Every night. Wishing he would be mine again. Wishing he would come and hold me, kiss me, like how he use to. I felt useless. I begged him to take me back, but he was in love with some other girl. Being sad is all I knew. The feeling of rejection killed me. Loving him, made me feel stupid. I-I didn't know what to do. All I could do is cry. But crying doesn't solve anything. He told me to let go, but how could I? How could I let go of the best thing that has ever happened to me!? He always appeared in my dreams. Sitting next to me, and just being together. The worst part was waking up. Haha, boy was that hard. I love him I really do. I just can't stop loving him. I'm still hoping that one day, he'll come back to me. That one day he'll be mine again. That one day we'll share those kisses, hugs, fights, smiles, laughs, tears again. But for now, I cry. I cry for him to come back to me. I never cried like this for anyone, any guy of course. I guess he really was special. He is my first love. And he will always be."
