I Remember...

I remember...

My first love.
The first time I saw him.
The first date we ever had.
Our one month.
My first time.
How he kissed my scars and told me not to do it anymore.
The arguments I heard between his mom and older brother.
The comforting kisses when I got scared.
Our first Valentine's Day.
Him coming to my house with flowers on my birthday.
The late night conversations- in person and over the phone.
The smile on his face when he taught me how to paly his video games.
Going out to dinner.
The "I love you"s
When it got bad.
The arguments.
The tears.
The way my stomach turned when he got angry with me.
That night..
The knot in my stomach when he said "I don't think this is working out"
How I could feel my heart breaking while I bawled on the bathroom floor, trying to keep quiet.
The emptiness I felt, days, weeks, even months later.
My first heartbreak.