“First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever.” -Rosemary Rogers
I’m cleaning my room and i have my itunes set to shuffle. I love that shuffle option. That bit of randomness, not knowing what song you’re going to hear next, it’s great really. One minute I’m shaking my ass and “gettin’ low” with the Ying Yang Twins, the next I’m singing my heart out with Leona Lewis talking about how its gonna get better in time. Then all of a sudden, I hear that song. I couldn’t help it, a feeling of nostalgia took over me.
My first love. My first fucking love. For 3minutes and 40seconds I went back. So young and so naive. Reminiscing on how that one person made my day go from bad to good again, experiencing butterflies in my stomach, and how i thought i couldn’t live without him. Remembering the “first night” with him, and how ridiculously awkward it was. Learning how to let go of my pride and putting myself in vulnerable situations. The one who taught me how to love, and be loved in return. The one who opened my heart to a different kind of feeling and a different kind of pain, knowing that it wasn’t meant to be. Learning how to let go and move on. The one who, without even realizing it, taught me that in order to love again, i need to love myself first.
…then all of a sudden I hear Weezy F. Baby, talking about lickin’ his lolipop. Anways, I guess the point of this is, to say thank you. When I’m old and grey with the greatest love of my life, and i stumble across that song, i will quietly smile and fondly think of you. So heres to you, wherever you may be, and thanks.