After so many years, just thinking about my first love seems to send my hearts a-flutter. What is it about first love that grips my imaginations, even five, ten, twenty years past the fact? Whatever the cause and whoever it was, the one i first loved seems to be a permanent part of my consciousness. I can't forget her -- and who would want to?
"Oh yes, I remember my first love -- like it was only yesterday," I say. "It has been so many years, but I still remember what she looked like and how much I love her.
"I am passionate about everything -- loving everyone, fighting with each other, even passionate when i was trying to hurt her,". "I still think about her although I'm very much in love and completely happy. I saw her [my first love] several years ago, with her sister. I looked at her and she looked at me and it was sweet for a moment. I hadn't seen her for a while; it was nice to see she's happy, too."
"Oh yes, I remember my first love -- like it was only yesterday," I say. "It has been so many years, but I still remember what she looked like and how much I love her.
"I am passionate about everything -- loving everyone, fighting with each other, even passionate when i was trying to hurt her,". "I still think about her although I'm very much in love and completely happy. I saw her [my first love] several years ago, with her sister. I looked at her and she looked at me and it was sweet for a moment. I hadn't seen her for a while; it was nice to see she's happy, too."
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