Write About a First

          Her first love was something she had never imagined. Love hit her in the gut like an oncoming train going 300 miles per hour with nothing in it's way; beautiful, fast, endless, but ruthless and capable of killing. A whole new world of peace entered her mind. A place of certainty and comfort in the place her head and her heart had been newly introduced to. This love provided the security of a twelve foot wired fence. This love gave her freedom, like a butterfly in an open field; free to fly and flutter as it chose. This love gave her the light she needed for the opportunity to shine the way she was born to. The sun and its millions of rays was incomparable to the brightness she could possess with everything he had gave her. That type of love was made for movie screens. The type of "crazy about each other" feelings in a novel that made your heart smile when they kissed but shattered every nerve in your mind when it ended. For the characters, when their love ends or when, the book ends. Their feelings end. Eventually, it all ends. Her book never ended. Her love never ended. She could not stop feeling everything he had given her at one point. Through every second, every minute of every day of every week she felt what she had felt since the beginning. She felt his embrace when they were miles apart. She smelled his shirt when she was in her own clothes. She felt his absence in every crowded place, everything filled hallway, every empty room, and every single night. Her first love was something she had never imagined. Her first love changed her; she was never the same.