my first heartbreak happened when i was 20 years old.
i was just a girl in the world, a virgin left with the feeling like i had never been loved before.
i wish i never met him and wished my first love was you.
in a deep and loving way, i think it has been what keeps me holding onto memories.
as i work through my healing, my heart cracks open a thousand blossoms.
i must admit, each time, it flutters open with butterflies.
the release has been healing, as i look across that bridge, i see the fog has dimmed my view.
i see neither him or you.
is that what healing looks like? a dimmed view?
is that how love goes? is that art?