milk, one sugar

My first love just has just officially entered into a relationship with someone else.
It really threw me out of whack for a second.

But then I remembered that I don’t mind. I don’t love him anymore. Hell, I don’t even fancy him anymore. I can look at some of his pictures now, without the rose tinted spectacles, and think he looks a little silly. And I can see, in retrospect, some of the unattractive aspects of his personality that I didn’t see when blinded by youthful affection.

He made me very happy once and I’m glad he was my first love. He’s got some very admirable qualities and I learnt a lot from him about myself and what I want from life and love.

But I’m only just beginning to see all that the world has to offer.

And my very first, young love is all I would ever want him to be.

If you ever see this, thank you and good luck.

He says he’s never felt like this before.

I believe him.

I went to sleep thinking about you and I woke up just the same.