just a thought

 maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it's the only person who will receive all of you, every last bit of you that there is to give. after that, unfortunately you learn better. most of all, a piece of you forever remains in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. that piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever (and it can). it holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you'll never forget and that night under the stars you can never get back. it holds the inside jokes and knowing smiles. it holds youth and everything you thought love would be, almost everything that was proven to be wrong. still, i'm thankful  for it. even when i'm alone with a pain in my chest so severe that i think if it doesn't go away, i just might die, i'm thankful. i'm not scared to love again anymore. if fact, i already do. i can appreciate things in a way i never thought possible. it's all worth it. every last tear and sleepless night. but of course, now i'm more careful ;)