Saw this on the net:
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because that’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind 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. 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 youth and everything you thought love would be. Everything that was proven wrong.
Do you agree with this? I think the time where we meet the first love of our life and stick to them forever (like Cal in Crazy Stupid Love) is quite long gone…unless you’re really really lucky. If so, are you wise enough to treasure it?