Growing up, I had this belief that everyone had a first great love. And I believed that person would eventually be someone you could be with for the rest of your life.
But, not every great love story ends that way.
I did have a first great love, of course - it was Liam. He swept me off my feet - he was the first guy to really understand the bright and dark sides of me; he always wanted to learn about me, and remembered the little things about me that a normal person wouldn't notice. He was also a great best friend, holding me as I sobbed during a difficult time of my life.
Parks, movies, music, bagels, guitar picks, books - these were just some of the many things we had in common. We didn't have any difficulty in that department.
We also had a certain type of intimacy, one where we didn't really have to talk to understand what the other was thinking. It was an unspoken type of love.
I'm starting to realize that not everyone can get over their first great love. Some people do, and some people don't. That first great love is somehow always stuffed in the back of our minds, maybe because they left such an impression, or that they touched you in such a delicate, intimate way.
The fact that you're on the back of my mind...maybe it means I never truly got over you. Deep down, I think I'll always have this love for you, even though there's things you did that hurt me. I don't know if it's the same for you, this idea of a first great love who made such a great impact in your life, someone you can't just forget about.
I don't know if you feel the same way. Do you think about me the same way that I think about you? Do you ever just lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, looking back at the good times we had? Do you ever just wish you could turn back the clock, and start all over?
But, not every great love story ends that way.
I did have a first great love, of course - it was Liam. He swept me off my feet - he was the first guy to really understand the bright and dark sides of me; he always wanted to learn about me, and remembered the little things about me that a normal person wouldn't notice. He was also a great best friend, holding me as I sobbed during a difficult time of my life.
Parks, movies, music, bagels, guitar picks, books - these were just some of the many things we had in common. We didn't have any difficulty in that department.
We also had a certain type of intimacy, one where we didn't really have to talk to understand what the other was thinking. It was an unspoken type of love.
I'm starting to realize that not everyone can get over their first great love. Some people do, and some people don't. That first great love is somehow always stuffed in the back of our minds, maybe because they left such an impression, or that they touched you in such a delicate, intimate way.
The fact that you're on the back of my mind...maybe it means I never truly got over you. Deep down, I think I'll always have this love for you, even though there's things you did that hurt me. I don't know if it's the same for you, this idea of a first great love who made such a great impact in your life, someone you can't just forget about.
I don't know if you feel the same way. Do you think about me the same way that I think about you? Do you ever just lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, looking back at the good times we had? Do you ever just wish you could turn back the clock, and start all over?