We all make mistakes and you, darling, were not one of them. The pain is unbearable when fingers are pointed and assumptions are made because…. The fact of the matter is what we had was something beautiful and just as people die when they least expect to, we did to. For no other reason than unhappiness. We have to admit that we are flawed, we have to admit that we are imperfect, and then we can see the mutual standings. I cannot and will not stoop to hatred, I fell in love with you in such a way that forbids it. I cannot and will not be malicious or mean it spiteful, it’s pointless and unnecessary and hurtful. I will instead, cherish what I was blessed with for the time I had, I will remember the good and the bad and know that it was extraordinary. I will not cloud that with false judgement or anger or defeat. This was something to be proud of and if you can’t be, I’m glad that I can. Our first loves.. Will always be our first loves. Some may chooses to forget and move on, but I… I choose to remember. Maybe as a lesson, maybe as more than that. You cannot disregard your first, so why try.