by Erika Townsend
I don’t know if there is any other first as special as first love. Pop icons sing about it, medicine storylines for movies and TV shows have centered on it, advice and many notable books have told the enchanting story over and again. As fairytales filled our heads with whimsy as children, medications our parents sat beside us secretly dreading the day it would happen for us. It is something so fragile that even the slightest crack could cause irreparable damage, yet it’s so powerful its remnants can last a lifetime.
In first love, there’s a vulnerability that can be likened to birth. Hormones push love to its highest and its lowest. Hindsight only provides glimpses into what could’ve been and the lessons we learn guide us forward. As adults we tend to let go of what we consider fantasy and can become immune to the magic of love.