A veces nos cuesta mucho recordar a esa persona que por primera vez nos hizo sentir especial, nos hizo reir, llorar, recordar, nos hizo enamorar... y por si fuera poco, nos hizo amar.
Cuando pienso en mi primer amor, muchas preguntas revolotean por mi mente como mariposas salvajes volando sobre un pastal verdoso. No sabria decirles si sentirme mal por pensar tan mal en esa persona, o sentirme bien agradeciendole por todos esos momentos en los cuales me hizo reir. No es más que un cliché pensar en el primer amor, pero no bastaria ver ese primer amor, como el primer momento de amar. Nuestro primer momento para enamorarnos, para sentirse amado, para hacer travesuras, para ser felices...
Es indescriptible la persona del primer amor, es un fenómeno muy extraño si alguna vez pensamos en el o ella, y cuando lo hacemos nos sentimos: tristes, raros, solitarios, extrañados, lejanos o felices.
Nuestra peor pesadilla o nuestro ..... ¿error de por vida?
Lo bueno de superar al primer amor, es que después te das cuenta que sobrevivirás al efímero mundo del amor
Continuará....
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Sometimes we find it hard to remember the person who first made us feel special, made us laugh, mourn, remember, we made love ... and to top it off, we made love.
When I think of my first love, many questions flit through my mind like wild butterflies flying over a green pastal. I could not tell whether to be bad for thinking so poorly on that person, or feel good by thanking all those moments which made me laugh. There is more than a cliché think first love, but suffice to see that first love, as the first moment of love. Our first time to fall in love, to feel loved, to make mischief, to be happy ...
It's indescribable the person's first love, is a very strange phenomenon if you think of him or her, and when we do we feel: sad, strange, lonely, estranged, distant or happy.
Our worst nightmare ..... ¿mistake or our lifetime?
The good thing to overcome first love, is that after you realize that you will survive the ephemeral world of love
When I think of my first love, many questions flit through my mind like wild butterflies flying over a green pastal. I could not tell whether to be bad for thinking so poorly on that person, or feel good by thanking all those moments which made me laugh. There is more than a cliché think first love, but suffice to see that first love, as the first moment of love. Our first time to fall in love, to feel loved, to make mischief, to be happy ...
It's indescribable the person's first love, is a very strange phenomenon if you think of him or her, and when we do we feel: sad, strange, lonely, estranged, distant or happy.
Our worst nightmare ..... ¿mistake or our lifetime?
The good thing to overcome first love, is that after you realize that you will survive the ephemeral world of love
To be continued....
