The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They grab our breath. They grab our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and once more.

They state you remember your first love.

Mine was a homeless musician who wandered directly into my soul.

He was my initial everything. And fourteen years afterwards, I still can’t obtain him out of my mind.

He broke almost all my guidelines. He also broke my center.

We watched him climb to stardom, cheering him in from afar. But I used to be never a fan; just a woman in love.

Just like a tornado, he spiraled, departing a route of destruction in his wake.

But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because right here I stand, ravaged and ruined, requiring it to be true.

We can’t return back, but I want to. Back to the park. Back to when he sang limited to me. Before he was popular. Before he shattered my heart.

I thought I knew everything approximately him. But I could not have been more wrong.

He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting.

And hoping.

Again.

Contains mature themes.