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Chapter 129:- True Love.
I didn't know that first loves could be so painful...
My first love was my first heartbreak. I loved him of a pure, true love, and all I wanted was for him to be happy--while I dreamed of being with him for the rest of my life.
I was a strong, passionate love, but also very naive. I gave him all I had, all my trust, and all the love that I could possibly give. He gave me anything in return but pain.
My happiest memories with him are also the most painful and saddest ones. They could never make up for the wounds he gave me, the pain they made me feel, and the scars they left. Or the lonely moments when I thought that the ground under me could tremble and break, ripped open and swallow me, and it wouldn't matter.
It took me years to be able to look up at the sky and noticed the blue instead of the grey, but I did, and the wounds that turned into scars finally stopped aching--lasting forever--but I was fine.
I used to regret everything, my actions, the thoughts I had and the things that I've said, but now I see it as a lesson.
My first love never truly loved me.
But my true love, the man that I deeply love and that loves me and respect me for who I am, the beautiful and the ugly side of me, he, will truly love me. And so, no matter how much this first love broke my heart, it doesn't matter, for my heart will automatically glue back together when I meet the one that will hold it forever.
I didn't know that first loves could be so painful...
My first love was my first heartbreak. I loved him of a pure, true love, and all I wanted was for him to be happy--while I dreamed of being with him for the rest of my life.
I was a strong, passionate love, but also very naive. I gave him all I had, all my trust, and all the love that I could possibly give. He gave me anything in return but pain.
My happiest memories with him are also the most painful and saddest ones. They could never make up for the wounds he gave me, the pain they made me feel, and the scars they left. Or the lonely moments when I thought that the ground under me could tremble and break, ripped open and swallow me, and it wouldn't matter.
It took me years to be able to look up at the sky and noticed the blue instead of the grey, but I did, and the wounds that turned into scars finally stopped aching--lasting forever--but I was fine.
I used to regret everything, my actions, the thoughts I had and the things that I've said, but now I see it as a lesson.
My first love never truly loved me.
But my true love, the man that I deeply love and that loves me and respect me for who I am, the beautiful and the ugly side of me, he, will truly love me. And so, no matter how much this first love broke my heart, it doesn't matter, for my heart will automatically glue back together when I meet the one that will hold it forever.
