It's
funny, when it comes to your first love. You may never get over it completely,
you may never quiet fall out of that love. But this doesn't mean you're broken,
it doesn't mean your ruined, it only means you're scarred. And just like all
other scars, it carries with it a story, one of trial, one of courage, and one
of strength. As days go on, the scar can fade, but it'll always be there, it'll
always rear it's head, it'll always be a piece of you, but it isn't what
defines you, it doesn't mean you're not a whole, and most importantly, it
doesn't mean you can't love again.
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