Day 2. Your first love.

"Some of us lay in bed struggling to forget all the happy times, and others cry into their sheets consumed by the pain. But none of us can ever truly let go of that sweet and terrible first love, it destroys us all."

Oh boy... this is hard. 

Okay, I was 15. I was naive and foolish. I was oblivious to everything, 

I thought it was "meant to be". I was "in love".  Foolishly and crazily in love. 

He was my world and I was his. Or so I thought. 

After him I learned better. But after all these years he still holds a piece of me. A piece no future lover can get. That piece holds innocence, and the belief that love can really last forever, it holds friendship and pain, trials and that first awkward kiss that I'll never forget. It holds youth and everything I thought love could be. 

Hopefully i get to experience the REAL love someday when I meet that special person who I'll get to grow old with. But from now on. I have my wall around me and I'm not letting it down for a while. 

(oh and P.S to all you assumers I'm still a virgin thank you very much.)