First love presents itself as stomach-turning butterflies, a palpitating heart and infinite nervousness. When he is near, you find yourself unable to think straight; when he kisses your cheek for the first time, it feels as though you've just won an Olympic gold medal for your country. You're proud and ecstatic and have no fear. You don't know what's coming next, except that the world feels as if it doesn't exist when you're in his arms. When his lips touches yours, you feel as though your legs can no longer take the weight of your happiness. You don't think about the future because what could possibly go wrong? You are here and he is with you and everything feels so right.
But then all of a sudden everything is torn away from you when you least expect it. He leaves as quickly as he entered, leaving a storm of dust behind in his wake, and the ashes of the future that you never spared much thought to anyway. You are down on your knees, trying to gather the ashes but you fail; the tears streaming down your face are clouding your eyes. He left you with no map, no road signs to navigate the aftermath of his departure, and his absence has left you more lost than you have ever been before. So this is what it feels like to your heart broken for the first time. People try to make you feel better. They tell you it gets better with time, but maybe you don't want it to get better. You never want to forget the best moments of your life.