They say that your first love will just be your first. First.
Not necessarily your last. Because first means something will follow.
After the break up, I have lots of thoughts. From sadness to angst to regret to love and to his happiness. For the third week of February, I learned a great value of happiness, that if you really love someone, their happiness should be essential to yours. That you should not be selfish and only think of yourself. A relationship means to be related to someone. You are not alone. But now I am. Feeling alone.
It's just sad how your mood changes just because you received a text from the person you like- you love, loved. I for instance wakes up very happy after receiving a good morning text from him. And it will be enough to jumpstart my day! It will be enough for me to say good morning to all I come across in our office. It will be enough.
I really like him. Love. Loved.
I will stop. Because, this is not right. He has a new girl. The one. And I know it.
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from this day onwards.
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