My first love was in my high school. For me, because it is the first love and the first serious feeling, I take it seriously. In fact, I still remember many things I experienced with him. Holding hands for the first time, hugging for the first time, and kissing for the first time are actually beautiful, which makes me feel warm when I think about it now, but like most people, the first love was killed. Not mature enough, it is not suitable for two people to be together, so they have been quarreling all the time and are tired at the end. It is better to break up than to hurt each other, so our final outcome is to break up. It's a pity, but I can't help it. I still remember the hard days after breaking up, and I am a little used to the days without him. I erased him from my memory, and then I began to accept the fact that he later had a new girlfriend, but I haven't been in love for a long time, as if I was still waiting for him to come back. Later, I talked about another love, probably because I was deeply impressed by my first love, so I still felt insecure and didn't leave my heart, so I broke up later.
I'm still single, and my memory of my first love is not as deep as it was at the beginning, because it's been two years, and I broke up for two years. To tell the truth, time can really dilute a lot of things, but it doesn't mean that I have no memory at all. Although there were many quarrels and injuries when we were together at that time, what we can recall now are those happy things.
Now when I think of my first love, I can probably describe it with a lyric: "Thank you for holding my hand and warming my chest."