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  • To my First love, Innocence;

    We played hide and seek together when I was too young, and too nieve, to comprehend that our hiding under the same bed was anything more than happy coincidence. It was just a game, yet our little hearts beat with excitement in the dark, as you took my hand and pressed a flower into my palm... I often wished that we lived closer together, I would have liked to know you better.


    To my First love, Desire;

    I only met you once, yet for that time, I knew you. We played together, and shared secrets and wishes and talked about music, and life.. you teased me when I asked about your girlfriend... You said her name was Katie, and I'd told you I hated the name. You slept just down the hall while I wrote your initials on the slats of the underside of my bunk bed in permanent pen... When your time came to leave, my heart ached.


    To my First love, Inspiration;

    We met in a chat room (back when the Internet was new!) and when a "virtual" friendship became a "real" relationship both of our lives changed forever. Bus journeys spent writing song lyrics and poems about you, drawings of us happy together and hours spent listening to you make amazing music (some for my ears only)... You were a eye-opener to me, and you taught me a great deal about how I wanted to be treated, as well as how I didn't. Still, I thank you for the time that we shared, and the wonderful gifts you left with me.


    To my First love, Companionship;

    You hated yourself at a time when I was just starting to love myself again. We were inseparable, and you made me laugh till tears rolled down my aching face. But not all the tears were joyful... it was because I loved you that some of the things you said hurt so much, and it was for that same reason that I took it personally. In trying to help you learn about yourself I learned a lot about me too... Funny how that works.


    To my first love, Growth;

    I couldn't believe my luck when we met, and when you asked me out I thought I was dreaming. You were amazing, and you made me want to better myself... To prove myself.. To be as good as you... until I realised that your Idea of "us" didn't include my ideas of "me". I never could explain, and I'm sorry, I guess somehow we were just too similar, or not... But In the absence of the right foundations I guess we just... Grew apart.


    To my first love, Faith;

    I pestered you for about a year before you finally relented. I didn't mind, it was all part of the game... "If it's meant to be it will be" was our motto, and still is. You're not someone I ever could have imagined being with before.... And now I can't imagine being without. I admire everything about who you are, and if angels exist I know you are one (or at lest have one with you at most times!). - I don't know where we're going, but I still have faith.


    To my Future First Loves;

    I know nothing about you, but that makes it more exciting... You'll be different from the others, as that's the beauty of it... That's the nature of love as it is the nature of life! 

    Love isn't the genre that defines us, it's the medium we express ourselves and our feelings through; it's the colour we paint each others portraits with, it's the words we choose to write the stories of our lives and the fine ingredients that go into the recipes of our days... 

    And so each new chapter is a unique, exciting adventure, and in that sense our love, just like every love before and every love yet to come, will be a first love.
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