First First Love
Sometimes we have to walk away
He was comfort, accepting of her to a fault. In the absence of pressure he was her first first love. Demanding nothing, their friendship bloomed but their relationship never sprouted. In that freedom to be, he didn’t hold her tight while she faced herself. Faced her wounds. Instead, he allowed her to hide to delay to shy away. His good and kind intention festered her wounds until she resented his goodness. She, drowning and stuck, built a wall around her heart. Be not that she did not like him or want him, or worshipped the ground he walked on. Be that she did not know how to grow while stuck. And so, she walked away from her first first love and battled years ahead. He conformed to cultural norms, and she rejected them. Had she stayed, she’d not be healing, learning, growing and he’d be not her first first love but her second greatest hate.
© J.R. Sonder
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