Primus Amor

 

First love.
That’s the thing about firsts, you feel like it’s once in a lifetime offer.
But no honey , it’s not.
You believe in sanity and insanity at the same time. You think there’s beauty in the silence before a storm.
You believe in magic and augury.
You think it would never end ;no abrupt ends either , it perishes with time.
It drenches you in the first shower of belief in fairy tales of myths.
You believe in impossibilities.
But dear, when it’s gone , it leaves you sore , overwhelmed by bittersweet memories,empty , devoid of happiness,wrecked in the sea of abandonment.
You realize you had been a fool for far too long.
You mind , restless, on the verge of giving up.
You know there’s no hope for a rebirth. You know it’s dead end now.
It’s over.
But don’t.
Think of the beauty of that deceit. What if it has broken you ?
Darling,it made you a jaded mirror once, and now this is you.
Believe in the charisma of feelings and emotions.
Believe in forever’s again.

In the bivouac you have had everything you never looked for. It pushed you till the edge to learn,to take risks , believe your instincts and smile,when even the most little things could make your day.
Search. Search again,like a lost wanderer in the tropical forest. You will find it.
Sooner or later,you will find your oasis. Maybe ,this time it would lead you to your riverine.
That’s going to happen ,for sure, when you have had survived it all ; the major heart break which no more felt like a burden and solved the jigsaw puzzle of your broken pieces.
Then,it’s easy.

What’s your story of first love ? A heart ache or a perfect tale ?
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