Parachutes

They say the first love is the truest. If you can hold on to it, do. For the others after will be different. Watered down versions tainted with your insecurities, their fears, each other's pride. Promises not to make the same mistakes twice, entering as a slightly altered version of yourself. Because that first love, you dive deep with no restrictions. You are you and they are them, fully. And you hit bumps, and turbulence, and at times think you'll crash headfirst until that love saves you . . . like a parachute. That first love. That true love.

Tahli and Vin fell in love one summer and their story began. Through personal growth, love guided them. Watered by kisses, battered by storms, petals died off and grew again. Bent, twisted, and strengthened through adversities as love often faces . . . as one, they flourished. The flower turns to a garden, the garden grows a tree.

They say the first love is the truest. If you can hold on to it, do. For the others after will be different. Watered down versions tainted with your insecurities, their fears, each other's pride. Promises not to make the same mistakes twice, entering as a slightly altered version of yourself. Because that first love, you dive deep with no restrictions. You are you and they are them, fully. And you hit bumps, and turbulence, and at times think you'll crash headfirst until that love saves you . . . like a parachute. That first love. That true love.