That First Love.

Love is really the most destructive force when you first experience it in your beguiled and unwise youth. It takes you by storm and you subscribe to the myth that you have weaved around you own concept of it and then you begin to love the other, the object of your affection, with a fervour so destructive that it results in the most selfish act of love, done only for yourself. It ends in the suffocation of the one you care so much about. In your ultimate, indulgent and romantic glory, you drive to madness and away the one you love the most. Its funny how you meet a girl and fall in love with her for the way she is, and then spend the rest of the relationship trying to change her into who you want her to be and, if she changes for you, one day you dont love her anymore cause she wasnt who fell in love with! No one to blame but yourself. Thank god one outgrows that, and love is not like that anymore! It does get better! When you love again, after that destruction, it has greater depth :-)