Love and Life

So, I'm sitting here, going back in time, and there's this one part of my life that feels like a favorite movie – the story of my first love. It's not all roses and forever, but it's a story of how she made me a better person.

Back when I was figuring things out, broke and not exactly turning heads, she saw something in me. I wasn't perfect, but she believed there was something special hidden beneath the mess.

Our ride wasn't a Bollywood romance, and it didn't end with us riding into the sunset. Life happened, and we went separate ways, but the cool thing is, we still respect each other. Our love wasn't meant to last forever, and that's okay.

When things were rough, she stood by me like a rock. Her presence was like a comforting song when everything else felt chaotic. We faced problems together, and that's something I'll always be thankful for.

Now, looking back, I'm taking a trip down memory lane. There's something nice about remembering the past – it's like looking at old photos. Even though we're not together, thinking about those good times feels warm, not sad.

Our goodbye wasn't bitter; it was more like realizing we had different plans. We split on good terms, knowing our time together was just one part of our bigger stories.

First love is said to be special, and I get why. It's like the chapter that shapes the rest of your story. It's about discovering yourself and sharing moments that stay with you.

As I go through life now, I'm carrying the lessons from that time and being grateful for the person who stood by me. Our love story might not have the usual ending, but the impact she had on me is something I'll always remember. First love is like this timeless thing you keep in your heart's album of memories.