My first love taught me my own capacity. I didn’t know I could feel that much joy until them. I didn’t know I could feel that much sadness until losing them. They introduced me to the full range of my own humanity.
For that, I am grateful. If I could go back to the sweaty-palmed, nervous version of myself standing at that locker, I wouldn’t give them a warning. I wouldn’t say, “This ends in tears, so run.” Mi Primer Amor
Mi Primer Amor: The Echo of a Heart’s First Lesson My first love taught me my own capacity
There is a before and an after in everyone’s life. The line is usually drawn by a name. A face. A single moment when the world shifted from black and white to technicolor. They introduced me to the full range of my own humanity
So tonight, raise a glass to yours. Whether they are still a friend, a stranger, or just a beautiful memory tucked away in a dusty corner of your mind. Thank them for the lesson.
That first love is the anvil upon which we forge our future hearts. You learn what it feels like to give too much. You learn what it feels like to receive too little. You learn that love does not automatically equal understanding.