By By Grace Kabui
Okay, so here’s the thing about first love: it’s wild. Not in the cool, edgy, Instagrammable way — no. It’s wild in the “I just cried over a two-word text” kind of way. In the way you think you’ll marry them even though you’re both still arguing over whose turn it is to call.
My first love came like a plot twist. One minute I was minding my business, the next — boom. I was learning how to read their moods through typos, syncing heartbeats during slow songs, and convincing myself that the universe definitely brought us together on purpose.
We were chaotic. Beautifully chaotic. We’d fight over nothing and laugh five minutes later. Our dates were more vibes than plans. We texted like it was our full-time job and loved like we were racing time. It wasn’t perfect — it wasn’t even stable — but it was real in that young, raw, nothing-held-back kind of way.
And of course, it ended. No dramatic finale. Just two people slowly outgrowing the version of themselves that existed in that little love bubble.
But the crazy part? I’m not even mad.
First love doesn’t have to be forever to be unforgettable. Sometimes it’s just meant to teach you how deep you can feel before the world teaches you to filter it. It’s the blueprint — the chaos that cracks your heart open so you can build better next time.
So yeah, we were just kids who thought forever was real. And maybe we were wrong. But for a while there, it felt like we were right.
