When we look back it is always to our first love. The innocence of first love makes it exquisite. The world is new, everything is new, the experience of first love is like no other.

This does not mean, however, that it is always sweet. We place more trust in our first love than we should, regardless of rationality or logic. He's often unjustifiably placed on a pedestal- and his words count for too much. With time though, all becomes clearer.

Heartache, though, is a rite of passage we must go through in order to fully understand the vicissitudes of love..