We were foolish teenagers that somehow thought we had found forever in each other’s eyes.
When you were young, love was inherent and infinite.
We tend to search for “the one,” too early in our lives while “the one” really should be the person staring back at you in the mirror.
Love is an emotion that is confusing, yet beautiful. And I choose to remember my first love that way. I choose to remember you that way.
The College Sweetheart. College is all about finding yourself, and while you were looking for yourself you find him along the way. This relationship is filled with high fives, beer pong, and brunches.
How to leave. Unless you stay with your first love – which you absolutely might – you ultimately have to learn to leave. Which means you also have to learn to accept when things aren’t working.
Even though I don’t want it to be true, you occupy such a huge part of me. I still love you, in some way.
When we said goodbye, it felt like a temporary situation. Like maybe, we were just putting everything on hold.
Time was never really on our side. But we were sure it would be. It had to be.
He knows your entire history and accepts you for it—even the braces, feathered bangs, and bad skin.