April 17, 2026
We were wrong. But those mistakes were necessary. Mi Primer Amor
Not in a haunting way. Not in a way that stops you from loving again. But in the way a favorite song stays in your bones. You might go years without hearing it, but when it comes on the radio, you know every single word. April 17, 2026 We were wrong
That first love is the anvil upon which we forge our future hearts. You learn what it feels like to give too much. You learn what it feels like to receive too little. You learn that love does not automatically equal understanding. Not in a way that stops you from loving again
My first love taught me my own capacity. I didn’t know I could feel that much joy until them. I didn’t know I could feel that much sadness until losing them. They introduced me to the full range of my own humanity.
For that, I am grateful. If I could go back to the sweaty-palmed, nervous version of myself standing at that locker, I wouldn’t give them a warning. I wouldn’t say, “This ends in tears, so run.”