first-love

One spirit remained unaware of his presence, staring at Miss Parker with such longing that he reluctantly decided to let it stay. The spirit, a hollow-eyed girl with ringlets and clothing from long past, reached toward Percy, wishing to touch her. Alexi understood. When left to her own devices, Miss Parker was neither shy nor awkward; she was radiant.

Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss.

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor.

What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I__e learned you don__ so easily get it back.

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn__ happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn__ seem broken at all.

Logan felt like Icarus. He had never felt so free and blissfully alive as he did whenever he was with her. The closer he got to her the higher and happier he felt. Even at the mention of her name his heart would pound incessantly and all the giddy feelings he didn__ quite understand would suddenly reemerge. Every glance upon her blinding beauty cast a shadow upon every other girl for him. Everyone else paled in comparison to her. With every passing moment he had somehow discovered something new and exciting about her. With her by his side he could feel the light breeze flapping against his sides and the warmth of sunshine beating down on his handsome face. This is what it meant to be truly awake. This is what it meant to be in love. But just like Icarus he had gotten too close and had crashed and burned. As he lay crippled in the aftermath of his own destruction he wondered what hurt more the aching pangs of physical pain his body had been subjected to or the raw burning sensation he felt in his heart. He had gladly given her his heart and in return she threw it back in pieces claiming it wasn__ enough. That he wasn__ enough.

You're lucky. You're getting this over with now. You only fall in love for the first time once.""That's very Taylor Swift of you," I say.

She was the wish of his life. He didn__ know how else to say it. He didn__ even know that he could really explain, just that every time he saw her he felt his bones might break under the weight of his wanting. His longing for her.

I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.

The first love disappears, but never goes. That ache becomes reconciliation.

First love can break you. But it can also save you.

Maybe we tried to leave as much memories of ourselves with each other because we knew one day we wouldn't be together any more.

My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

The paradox of love is that to have it is to want to preserve it because it's perfect in the moment but that preservation is impossible because the perfection is only ever an instant passed through. Love like travel is a series of moments that we immediately leave behind. Still we try to hold on and embalm against all evidence and common sense proclaiming our promises and plans. The more I loved him the more I felt hope. But hope acknowledges uncertainty and so I also felt my first premonitions of loss.