First Heartbreak

Mmmh..mmmm..

first love—soft, warm, overwhelming in the way only firsts can be—felt like a promise she thought would never break. She thought she knew every version of him: the gentle voice, the quiet smiles, the lies wrapped in sweetness.

He made her believe she was chosen.

He made her believe she was special.

He made her believe that love meant holding on, even when her hands were shaking.

But slowly, she learned that some people don’t hold hearts—they play with them.

He knew how to touch her feelings like strings, pulling her closer with every word warps in sweetness, lies.

because first love makes you foolish in the most innocent way.

Because heartbreak feels impossible when you haven’t felt it yet.

The day she realized he never truly cared, something inside her cracked so quietly she almost didn’t hear it. But the pain echoed anyway.

She wasn’t just losing him—

she was losing the version of herself who believed love couldn’t hurt like this.

Yet even in the breaking, there was a strange kind of strength.

Her first love ruined her innocent heart,

but it taught her truth:

**Real love doesn’t manipulate.

Real love doesn’t leave you empty.

Real love doesn’t make you feel unworthy.**

And though her heart still aches, she knows now—

someday she’ll love again,

but never in the way that lets someone destroy her so softly.