The Lessons Of A First Love

It isn’t often that I think of that first love anymore, but this was a much welcome shower of a beautiful perception on it that I feel I simply need to share with you beautifuls.

SERENDIPITY AND CREATIVITY

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“Well, what are you waiting for? We’re going to dance.”

His smile was so genuine and young, shining at me through the dark from the driver’s side of his car. He turned up the John Mayer cover of Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin'” that we listened to on repeat, and opened the door. We were parked on the side of the hilly roads that overlooked our hometown. The town lights looked like fireflies in the brisk air. He took my hand. My face pressed up against his cheek as he whispered the lyrics in that silly tone that could make me laugh in even the darkest of moments. We swayed to those familiar sounds. He told me that he loved me, over and over, and put my name in the song like he always did. I smiled and pulled in closer to him, hoping I never had to let go.

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