My first love... Hm, it is a long story to tell; but I think my first love was my older brother's best friend Harrison. From the time I was a kid, until the time I was sixteen years old (when I met the man I'm about to be married to), there wasn't a single soul who could have made me choose him over this guy. Although, we never spoke that much, or hung out much--but he stole my heart when I was five, when he and my brother first met and he had until the time that I was sixteen and grew into a more mature love. Harrison was a narcissist; but he is a genius, a kind soul, and has intelligence and wisdom far beyond his years. We're still friends to this day, thank goodness, because despite the fact that I grew out of my love for him, I still feel he is a very dear friend of mine and hold him very close to my heart. (:
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