The last but not the least...

First relationship always has the great impact on a person. Especially if it was a serious one. It always brings the brightest memories to one's mind, no matter how it ends. The first experience sets kind of a bar for next relationships, establishes certain expectations... And maybe even prejudices. We tend to compare our current dates with our ex girlfriends and boyfriends, and often with the very first ones. Maybe not purposefully, but for sure we do.

First love is always a magic. First time in your life you can't sleep not because you have insomnia or you're cramming for the mid-term, but because you get someone off your mind. And you realize that you quite enjoy it. Yes, it might sounds cheesy, but you literally feel butterflies in your tummy every time you cross glances with him. You wish the world stops every time you see him. You really want to text him first, but every time you start typing a message, you inner voice whispers:"He is a guy, he should be the first to text you..." And you stop, but keep checking your phone, wondering whether it was a right decision. This cute-cheesy-happy-waiting period is always unforgettable. For some, this period just ends there, but for the lucky ones (or unlucky?) it develops into a "real" relationship.

You plunge into a world of happiness which seems to be everlasting. Yes, he is the ONE. He sure is. We have so much in common, we did not have any serious issues or fights for almost four months! He said he has never been as happy before. He told me that his last relationship was a torture, he could not move on for years. And I was the one who helped him heal the pain and bring back his belief in real love. And I promised myself that at any cost I will make this person happy and help him forget the past and what he has gone through.

So everything was just perfect and it seemed I was on the right track. All our friends believed end up together for good, they couldn't imagine we could live without each other before. We just MEANT to be together. We already made plans and are working towards achieving OUR dreams...

Life had its own plans... Our dreams became just my dreams... Which will never come true. Yes, I tried my best to make him happy... I was the one who would always take care of him whenever he needed me. I was the one who felt his pain as if they were mine. I was the one who loved him with all my heart. But... I am not his first love. No mater how hard I try, I will never be HER. The scars she left in his heart will always remind him of the story they wrote together and the dreams they hoped to achieve... He will cherish the memories of their first date, first kiss and probably even the first argument... First relationship is always special... And magical...

But he will always be my first. Forever and always.