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  • I have always thought that first loves do not deserve THAT much of attention and importance.
    Not because they are NOT important, but because putting that much emphasis and romance on the first loved ones automatically reduce the impact, weight, size and sometimes turbulence of the greatest love of your life, who might be that your actual love, the one you are married with, the one you were in love with or you were married with. Anyway, THIS or THAT greatest love may not be your first one.

    Today I was thinking about this “first love thing", when I looked at myself in the mirror and I said out loud: “Oh yes, you are the first love of my life”. This is the best gift I can give to my loved one since 1999, Anthony: to love myself first, so that I can love him, our daughter, our moments together, our life, our daily routine more and more each and every day.

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