I like to think that first love is not necessarily the first person you fall in love with, but the first kind of love that actually stays, and no one wants to end it.
And thus, the past will just be fragment of forgettable memories.
And your past relationships shouldn’t be called love.
Because love is not supposed to end, is it?
I’d like to meet the first person in my life that can justify this.
I’d like to love you and only you, for as long as I live.