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I don't remember quiet well who was my first love but I can remember who gave me what a first love feels like. I read somewhere that you always come back to your first love but in this case, I tell you it's the latter. The man I haven't heard from the past two months. I keep tracing back the days last year of what we were doing, perhaps when the days and nights were quiet hard to deal with but I kept trying to love his demons (he did loved mine too, he said) and later before Odette hit us, I was convinced that I indeed love him. I never loved someone to the point of forcing myself to understand him even more because, what's there to lose? We only wanted friendship, but deep love developed later on.
The first love where I learned love is a choice and not for a day.