I wasn’t expecting this. It was actually the farthest thing from my mind. I may have made first contact but I never in my wildest dreams believed he would respond back. A simple letter is all it took to completely devour my mind in him again. It took three years to put his essence to a murmur in my mind and it took 3 minutes to be completely totally one hundred percent back in longing, back in love with him. I can never regret events that led me to him, and kept him with me. After all he was my first love, he was my first everything. Because of him I experienced life in its purest forms. Because of him I would never be the same. Can you ever forget your first love, and move on, not looking for someone exactly like that one person? Does that first love ever stop devouring your insides and just let you breathe every once in a while? Everything I’ve ever done has been for him, because of him, or in spite of him. Either way which ever the reason, it’s all been for him. I’ve been living for him. Maybe our story isn’t over just yet. Maybe there is a happy ending to us, one that doesn’t hurt either one of us and lets us walk away from each other. Clean, quick, harmless. Is there any other way for us to be happy with out leaving each other in pieces? My heart screams at me the very clear and tormenting answer: NO.