The One That Got Away: My First Love Story and Why It Still Haunts Me

The Start of Us

That is where it started, when I was not even looking for it. You see the kind of love that I am talking about the one that creeps up on you unannounced when you are not expecting it, no warning signs, no preparation.

I remember the first time I met you chilling at the coffee shop, in that worn-out sweater, and that huge smile that could light up the whole room. It was not love at first sight. But something within me stirred. I did not know that meeting you would change my life for the better.

We talked for hours about nothing and everything nightmares, dreams, favorite books, and silly little things that meant nothing and everything at the same time. It was like we had known each other for years.

The Intensity of It All

We were young. And young love? It's intense. It's messy. It's everything and nothing at the same time.

Midnight calls, stolen kisses, promises that would last forever, and times when the whole world was alright. Our world was as if we were living in our own bubble not anyone else around us. We only existed.

There was such vulnerability because of the intensity at which we did those things. This is the type of vulnerability that makes wounds for which you did not know still existed. Before even I knew it, I fellnot necessarily just for you but for the whole us thing.

The Cracks in the Foundation

But not all love stories are meant to last, are they?

We began to drift away from each other. Slowly at first, and then suddenly. Misunderstandings, unspoken things, unhealed wounds that had been brought with us from our pasts. Love was no longer enough to hold us together.

I can still remember that day the day we sat in silence, hands together but not holding, looking at each other with the same love but different worlds. I knew that it was the end. But I was not ready to let go.

The Aftermath

It was difficult to come to terms with the belief that the one I loved so much was now a memory. Your death was covered in such complete silence. Days went by thinking of everything that had happened, our first meeting, our last meeting, all we had been through, and where I had gone wrong.

I couldn't go forward. I did not want to. How do you forget a first love? The one who taught you to love and then threw you away like a used toy?

The Things I Learned

Years have passed now since that first love. And even though I have moved on, I sometimes still think of you of us. And that is okay.

I came to understand that love is not in the perfect moments. It's in the growth, learning, and finding pieces of yourself in another person.

You taught me what it feels like to actually care about somebody, and I will always be grateful to you for that.

Why I Still Think About It

The thing is, I don't believe I will ever be able to forget you entirely. You were my first. The one who shaped how I loved, how I saw the world.

And that's alright. Because though we are no longer a part of each other's worlds, you'll always be a part of mine

Final Thoughts

First loves are unique. They make a mark on our hearts that can never be removed. The best love stories are sometimes the ones that do not work out those are the ones that transform us forever.

If you're still questioning that first love, here's the thing it's okay. Let it define you, let it educate you, but don't let it drag you back. There's more love on its way, and every love story is another page in learning.