I was in love once.  I recommend everyone do so at some point.  When you’re really in love, you feel like you are on cloud 9.  You are completely content with everything in your life.  If something comes along to disturb that content, you feel good because you have your love.  All you need is for that person to be there.  When  you look at them, you can’t help but to have a permanent smile.

With love comes the chance of feeling heartbreak as well.  At the time it happens, you feel the world is crumbling in your hands.  Nothing ever feels right.  It’s a horrible feeling, but sometimes it has to happen.  You may be bitter (like some), or you’ll smile and think back on the happy times but know you’ll have to move on.

Everyone experiences love in different ways.  However, no matter how different it is, it’s still a wonderful feeling.

My first love was a solid one.  Love always has it’s ups and downs, like a roller coaster.  It was my first real boyfriend/first real relationship ever.  I fantasized about love through the television shows I watched during my teenage years.  I fell in love quite quickly, which made me feel it wasn’t validated.  It took 2 months to say it out loud, and that doesn’t mention the times before when I would always ask myself “Am I in love?”

It had it’s run, about 5 1/2 years.  It was one of those relationships that had run its course and nothing happen to initiate the break up.  No major event or fight.  Just waking up one morning and realizing that it isn’t the person you are meant to be with.  You are two different people who grew apart.  

It wasn’t a bad break up, at first.  It dragged on for months.  We allowed that to happen.  Then finally there was an event.  An event that now caused the “we don’t talk to each other at all” phase.  It is necessary for both parties to move on sometimes.  

Moving on, it’s tough at first.  But, as cliche as it sounds, it does make you stronger.  You do become a better person in the end.  Without pain and suffering, there is no compassion.