Because It Was My First Love

The ten years I loved her were the peak of my youth.
From the end of my teenage years at nineteen until I turned twenty-eight,
she was always on my mind.
Maybe I was chasing a pure and ideal kind of love.
But my first love will remain a distant, fading memory—
a love that never came true, yet shaped me deeply.
Because it was my first love,
I wished her happiness, even from afar.
Everyone has that one unforgettable memory in life.
And the more unattainable the first love was,
the deeper it’s etched into the soul.
It resurfaces quietly, sometimes with a sting, sometimes with warmth.
Though it left behind pain and scars,
it also helped me grow.
Because it was my first love—sad and beautiful—
my heart still quietly hopes for her happiness.