First timer

Can we just take a minute and remember our first loves? :Nostalgic sigh:



First loves aren't just people. They aren't just experiences. They are lifetime moments that we'll take with us until we're old and gray.



Some first loves are our first kiss. Or our first time. Or all of the above. For others, all of these firsts are separate. Some first loves are our only loves. Some are the first in a string of loves. Whatever the case, the first time you love another human being, it's powerful, all-encompassing, and limitless. There's no limit to how deeply we love that first time, making it a double-edged sword.



First loves are special because we aren't holding misconceptions or preconceived notions or fears about what could happen. In the words of my signature sign off, we just love freely.



Sometimes we get hurt. And, well, as I always say, sometimes we get married. Guess it's just the luck of the draw.



We're up until 4am on the phone without any rhyme or reason. We laugh, we cry, we look at them across the room, we're plain giddy, googly eyed, and as I like to say, a cupcake.



But, the true beauty of life and love is that if we get hurt, someone else will come around, and despite those preconceived notions and those fears, we'll be able to love them just as freely, if not more freely, than our first love. If you're first love isn't your only love, don't be upset. Maybe you're the lucky one because half of the fun in life is waiting for that earth-shattering love to shake you one more time.