My first love

In everyone's life there are different experiences; one of them is the first love. It can make or break you.

I have always listened that it’s a love that will live in your heart, remain in your memory, and cherish forever and that a person’s first love is powerful because it comes from innocence and naivety.

I was dating him for over 10 months. We had lots of things in common, including music, school, careers, outlook on life, we had a lot of fun together and he treated me so well I also lived a lot of new experiences with him and I enjoyed every single moment we were together. On top of that, my family thought he was great. He had all the things I thought I was looking for and I still think he was a wonderful boyfriend.

In this point, I would say that I don't know if he was my first love. Somehow my heart wasn't in it. I gave it time, but this aspect didn't improve. I was comfortable with him and fairly happy. But there was a part that was missing. I started noticing other couples being affectionate and wished that could be me. I started distancing myself more and more from him and I finally broke up.

Currently, I still ask myself if I had ever loved him or if he was just my best friend. Despite all this, I have no doubt that what I had been through while I was with him will remind in my memory.