My first.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you. 

You showed me what it truly means to be loved, you gave me so much hope for our future.. So much hope on us growing together. I shouldn’t have let my guard down, I should’ve predicted this. But I was blinded by my deep obsession and infatuation. Reality started to become blurry.

In a way.. I’m happy it ended the way it did. I’m not hurt.. I’m not sad.. just lonely.. I miss you a lot, but you taught me how to be happy, how to find peace within myself. I still feel as if part of you is with me.. I still feel like you’re rooting for me, and that makes me want to keep going. The memories keep replaying in my mind. To remind me that you are all I want, to remind me that you had real feelings for me, to remind me that you are always on my side. How can I not push myself? How can I not keep going with you in mind? It’s making me stronger and I thank you for that… I thank god because I believe he made our paths cross for that reason. And I hope one day it may realign. 

But for now.. I want to thank you for being my first.