Nothing compares to the first time we loved.

The purest one of them all, the love that had no boundaries, zero limits and anything was possible. No looking over our shoulders for what the future holds in store, the time before life hit us.

Now look at us, broken like clay pots. Trying to make a meaning of our lives, lost and unable to even love ourselves properly not to talk of another.

Honestly, cheers to the first time.