First Love is Beautiful

I’ve come to the realization that basically the only people checking out my blog are the ones looking for the lyrics to “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved”. lol. that’s just wonderful. At least it gets people looking I guess! hahah.

Well I’ve been thinking about first loves.

I do believe that you’ll honestly always love your first love. But maybe you don’t really love the person you think was your first love so your second love really is your first love because the first wasn’t real love? I don’t know. I choose to believe that you can fall in love more than once. I think it makes life happier too.

But since you’ll always love your first love, you’d probably always be willing to get back with them. That’s probably not everyone’s case, but I’m sure it will be mine. I’ve loved him. I love him. and I will love him. But I’d be afraid to do anything again because I’d be scared.

First loves are always the purest though. Like, you’ve never been hurt by love before. You don’t really know what kind of pain is associated with loving someone and then losing them. You don’t hold anything back. You give your everything just to fall to the ground in the end. First love is beautiful.

I hope every time I love it’s as beautiful as a first love.

I don’t know that I can do that though. I think even my first love was guarded. I don’t have a solid mother and father love relationship like other people do. I don’t know the power of the love between a man and a woman. My parents divorced when I was four or five. And as much as I don’t think it bothers me, I think I’m subconsciously making it a part of my life. I’m subconsciously guarding myself from letting others in too much because I’m not convinced of the power of love.