To my first love,
What can I say? You were my first love. From the moment you said you loved me, you stole a place in my heart that could never be replaced.
But more importantly, you were my best friend. I know 3 years isn’t a long time in comparison with our entire lifespan, but those are 3 years that I cannot, and will not, forget. You made me feel welcome when I was the new girl in school and we had an instant connection. You even told me you loved me on the third day of school. Our years were filled with adventures and laughter.
Then it all came crashing down when at the start of a new school year, you told me to stop talking to you. So I did. Even all these years later I’m still confused as to why; after all, we had spent quite some time together during the summer and everything was fine then. But as hurt as I was, I stopped talking to you.
I hated you for a while, did you know that? Probably not. You were too busy with your new friends for the following years. I hated you for throwing me aside like I was nothing while you could still remain friends with our classmates. I hated you for not giving me a reason as to why you wanted me to stop being your friend.
Thankfully, that’s over now.
Sometime between junior and senior year, I just let it go. I didn’t know what prompted me to at the time, but now I know it was God. He helped me to let go of the anger and forgive you for hurting me. I knew I had done right by God when you signed my yearbook senior year. You only signed your name, but that was all I needed.
I know it sounds crazy to find your first love at 8-years old, and maybe we weren’t true first loves after all.
But no one, not even you, could deny we were first puppy loves.