The first girl who ever loved me has a handsome boyfriend now and it occurred to me that someday, I’ll be sitting in a pew at her wedding, just another face in the crowd, thinking of a time when we used to hold hands and talk on the phone until the morning light would stream in through the window. At the reception, I’ll wrap my arms around her in a tight hug and whisper in her ear, “Congratulations, dear. You deserve the world.” Because, goddamn, it’s true; that girl deserves everything this life has to offer.

The first girl who ever loved me doesn’t love me anymore and that’s fine, I understand, but it’s just hard to wrap my mind around how that can even happen. Once you love someone, shouldn’t you love them forever? Maybe a part of me still loves her and cares for her, but I guess it diminished over time. It’s nice to think that it doesn’t hurt anymore the way it did before. I still care for her being, but seeing her love someone else is not painful anymore.

Acceptance is beauty.