First Love

What can I say about first love that hasn’t already been said the first fifty times? What can be said about an emotion that is universal and all consuming? I can take the cheesy approach and write something poetic and romantic, but my gag reflexes won’t tolerate such gaudy talk. I can play the scorned bitch role and talk about the scars left so deep, that it gave Mederma a run for its money. No, I don’t want to go that route either.

There’s something special about firsts. Your first child. Your child’s first step. The first day of school. The first kiss. The first time. Your life takes a mental snapshot of that moment and stores it deep inside the pockets of your mind. A moment that is now marked in history, irreversible, and irreplaceable. Back when my heart was still untainted, I used to think that falling in love would be the hardest thing to do – as if it were a task on my list of things to do – or a goal to be achieved – or a rites of passage to the ‘couples club.’ But then the love bug bit me, and it felt so natural. And now that I’ve fallen out of love, I think to myself… how the hell will I ever fall in love again?

If only falling in love could be like the first time every time. Maybe it will be… we’ll see. Maybe it will be just as unexpected and enchanting. Better yet, maybe it will be love at first sight. So what if it won’t get the coveted title of being my first love? It will, at least, be called my one true lasting love.