In case you're wondering, I did it because I love you, plus I knew you were good for it.

For some reason this weekend, I was thinking of my first love. I was 19 and he was 17 and both of us were so in love. I remember that Summer like it was yesterday and how I wished it wouldn't end. I had to go back to college, and that really ended our relationship. I never told him that it hurt me so bad. And I never told him that many nights I cried myself to sleep cause I felt like a part of me was gone. Yeah I was in love, but not only was he my love, he was my best friend. We spent almost every single day and every single night together. And at first our parents fought it, but when they knew we were determined to be together, they gave up. I haven't seen him in years. I heard he was married now like with 3 kids. And he probably isn't the same man. Most likely the world has hardened that caring heart of his. I definitely miss him. No man has ever loved me so greatly since then and I feel like no man ever will. He understood me, respected me, admired me, adored me, protected me and loved me. Of course I miss that. But I also respect the fact that it didn't work out, and it didn't work out for a reason. After we broke up, it seemed like he was kind of lost. I don't know if one had something to do with the other. If it hurt him as much as it hurt me, then he was devastated. But when you're young, the heart heals quickly, but it never forgets. I'll never forget him or how he made me feel. I thought we would be together forever. Maybe forever meant, forever in my heart.