last love 🧿
The first person I ever loved, the first person I ever had feelings for, was someone I cared for selflessly. I never wanted anything in return; the love I received was enough for me. I was so dedicated that for the first two years we were together, I barely talked to anyone else. I didn’t make new friends; that person was my whole world. We spent our days and nights together. He was there through my struggles, and I supported him through his. Days went by and years passed, from me bringing my tiffin and skipping meals so he could eat, to him driving me around the city just so I could see every corner, every beautiful thing it had to offer. I saw early mornings and late nights with him, and I’ve never known anything more beautiful than the feeling of simply being with him, being cared for, and being there in return. I remember waking up to long good morning messages full of gratitude for being in his life, and responding with the same love and energy. There were days he wouldn’t begin h...