My first love!

There are many ways to love someone and to love include too different definitions and feelings. It takes from the passion desire and the intimacy of the romantic love to the familiar, religious and friendship love. However, this composition isn’t to explain about the definitions of the love but to talk about my first love.

I fear that it’s a little bit complicated because my first love isn’t like a typical love story. I knew my love probably eleven or twelve years ago and I remember that person like a fundamental support in my life. It had become an idol to me and I think that I have never finished knowing that person because every day it surprised me. It has always took care and worried about me, unconditionally. Even when we both grew up, we put up with us easily because we loved each other above all. In fact, we are still together and I hope that we will stay like this forever.

For me, this person is very important to me and she is my mom! My first and only special love is dedicated to my mom simply because she represents absolutely everything to me. She is able to pacify my strong temperament, she’s my confident, she advise me when I need it, she loves me although I’m a little monster when I want. Therefore she does whatever are necessary and much more for me being safe and sound.

To sum up, my first love is my mother. She has achieved the impossible with me and also that I have confidence with her and I think that is very important. My mother is a heroine for me and I know that I’m the luckiest person in the world to have her as my mother.