I’ve seen some other bloggers’ entries and some have been clever, writing that writing and music, etc. is their first love. I agree with the writing, but you want the good stuff, right? My first love, as in a man, right?
My first love was and is an enigma. To this day, I still haven’t completely figured him out, and I don’t think I ever will. I realized I don’t want to, either. It’s better that way. It happened suddenly, unexpectedly. I finally accepted it as being love after a few years. I actually wrote a story about it for “closure.” I’ll post it someday soon. Until then, that’s all I’ll say. You’ll have to read about it.
I know…womp, womp.