the tendency to love

apparently, love defines who we are. what we do. how we behave, and so on..

but can we believe this to be true, this assumption, the crazy conclusion that someone pulled?

i don't know.

i loved someone once. a boy.

when i was 14, my first love, my first kiss, my first real boyfriend.

what an amazing experience, an abundance of feelings. a rush of excitement whenever you see, hear, smell, feel him. this feeling, a feeling that cannot be replaced in any shape or a form. a memory that cannot be erased, even in the greatest attempts to. a shame? no.

an experience that should be cherished and told to ones grandchildren.

i think about him often, but more often than not do i think about my second love.

this tall, dark-haired, light-eyed God of a boy. whether the feeling is still mutual, is the question, whether i still feel the same, is another question.

but the beauty of it all, are the gained experiences.