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.
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. Mi Primer Amor
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.” My first love taught me my own capacity
After all, you wouldn't know how to love the way you do now... if you hadn't loved them first. ¿Y tú? What do you remember about your first love? Drop a memory in the comments below. Let’s be nostalgic together. 💬 They introduced me to the full range of my own humanity
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.
And there is a sacredness to the first of anything.