There’s something about a first love that sticks with you, no matter how much time passes. It’s a feeling that you never quite prepare for, something raw and new, and when it happens, it feels like the entire world shifts. You believe that nothing could ever compare to the way that person made you feel.
But what happens when that love ends?
People say time heals everything. They tell you to move on, that there will be others, that you’ll forget eventually. But what they don’t understand is that your first love is different. It’s not something you can just walk away from. It’s the love that taught you what it meant to care deeply, the one that made you believe in forever, even if forever wasn’t meant to be.
How can I move on when you were the one who introduced me to the idea of love? You were the first person I opened my heart to, the first person who knew the deepest parts of me. You were my safe space, my constant, the one who made everything feel right even when the world was falling apart. Moving on isn’t just about finding someone new—it’s about letting go of the version of me that existed when I was with you. And that’s the hardest part.
Because in a way, you shaped who I am. Every smile, every tear, every moment of joy or heartbreak—I carry those with me. It’s not something you can just leave behind. No matter how many times I try to push the memories away, they find their way back, reminding me of the love that once was.
And the thing about first love is that it’s more than just the person—it’s the experience. It’s the way your heart raced when you saw them, the way you felt invincible when they were by your side. It’s the innocence of believing that love was simple, that it was enough to keep everything together.
So how can I move on when you were my first? When you were the one who made me believe in love in the first place? I know there will be other loves, new experiences, and new beginnings. But there’s a part of me that will always be tied to that first feeling, to the way it felt to love so freely, without fear.
Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting. Maybe it just means carrying a piece of you with me, knowing that no matter where life takes me, you’ll always be my first love. And that’s something I’ll never forget.
