what was your first love like?
Unrequited and incredibly painful.
We were partners in crime. Wild young kids with a good thing going.
It was an intimate friendship — platonic, open, and physical. Then about a year into the relationship one day I woke up and I was in love.
I remember being so angry at myself. I didn’t want to be in love. I knew it would ruin everything, and it did.
After spinning from all the fun, suddenly all we could do was wobble from the imbalance. We tried to make it work as a couple, but we both knew damn well he wasn’t capable of giving it back.
We lasted for about six more months until I begrudgingly admitted to myself that I’d have to fall out of love.
No regrets, though.