My First Love
Our relationship started when we were young. Or at least, I was.
You spoiled me with more than I could hold; colors, noise, glitter pressed into my small hands.
Our time together was so limited at first, but every moment became a part of my core. Not everyone gets to meet love before they know what love truly means.
Down the line, things got complicated.
The air felt heavier. Your spirit pressed in on me, harder to breathe, harder to love.
I wanted to keep chasing the thrill of you, but I never felt satisfied.
The hardest part of growing up was learning that even love can feel forced.
And then, just when I thought I was ready to move on, your strength pulled me back under.
I wanted every day with you to last forever.
I filled my camera roll with proof of your beauty, tried to capture what it felt like to be wrapped up in you.
That’s when I realized: nothing else could compare.
Leaving you behind was the hardest part.
I tried to fool myself. You didn’t need me, you’d go on fine without me.
But I know the end of this story: I’ll always come back, again and again, chasing the high you will never hide.
New York, you were my first love.