“The truth is I miss it. The truth is it’s hard. I miss having someone to tell every single insignificant thought to, and having them make a conversation of out it. But he isn’t the same anymore. I do not miss him. I miss being loved. The truth is that I will be loved again though, so I’m just doing my own thing and looking forward to that. I won’t wait around and let the absence of something ruin me.”
— Me telling my friend the truth about looking back on first love