They say first love never dies.
I thought I’d forgotten her. I thought time had healed everything. But standing in the rain, in front of her tombstone, I realized some memories never fade. Precious—the girl I loved quietly, desperately, hopelessly—was gone, but her name still carved a permanent mark on my heart.
Now, older, I find myself telling a group of kids the story of a boy who failed, a boy who loved, and a boy who learned too late that life doesn’t always give you what you want. It’s a story of first love, of heartbreak, of moments that sting and moments that make you smile… even if it’s at your own expense.
Through laughter, tears, and the storm of memory, this is the story of loving someone so deeply, so recklessly, that it leaves you changed forever.
Sometimes love is quiet. Sometimes love is messy. And sometimes, love lasts long after the person is gone.
This is my story.