Love Advice: Second love is always stronger than the first
I was a child. Stories about a prince on a white horse made me look for him in every corner. When it happened, I thought that the whole world was in my hands. I saw no end to my happiness and love. Every sweet gesture or smile was a real treasure for me. I collected them and played them over and over in my head. It was such a romantic love story that I said “yes” to my Romeo.
As I approached my teenage years, it became less like a fairy tale and more like a soap opera. The drama began, but I was still in the little utopian world I had created for us. We stopped communicating, first for a week, then we fought constantly. Each breakup lasted longer than the last. But he kept coming back, and I continued to believe in our future together.
There were other examples like that. They instilled in me the hope that I could transform our life into a magical journey, providing me with a compelling reason to return to him. The experience of my first stormy love taught me to see a prince in every guy. If there was positive in him, then there is positive in everyone.
Society teaches us to never forget our first love and to always leave a place in our hearts for them. We’ve been doing this for too long.
Until they stop.
I can’t say what changed in him; I can’t say what made me give in. Maybe our stubbornness finally convinced us correctly that no one would be the first to make concessions. And such a terrible breakup made me believe in the inevitable end of any relationship. Already on the second date, I immediately thought, “How long will this last? How long will we last?” Everything ends. I knew this, starting each subsequent novel.
It wasn’t until my 24th birthday that I swore they wouldn’t try again. And then my great love came into my life. With all my nitpicking sarcasm, my broken heart, my broken dreams, and my constant belittling of his feelings, he captivated me.
He was such a gentleman, but aren’t they all like that at first? I kept thinking back to my first love, every guy who betrayed me, and I was immediately brought back down to earth.
After 4 months, my heart was still whole. I started calling him my boyfriend and started leaving my things at his place, justifying it by saying that his apartment was closer to my work.
Now we live together, and despite our romantic photos on social media, in reality, we also have problems. But this is one of the many things I love. If we didn’t have fights and arguments, we wouldn’t grow and develop.
Yes, I sometimes look back, go to my ex’s pages, and think, What if? But I immediately bring myself back to reality. I remember that what I loved was only a small part of that relationship. Now I live in the real world with a real gentleman who will never subject me to emotional trauma. I know how much happier and stronger I am.
First love is innocent. You go blindly, without understanding and principles of relationships.
The second love is real. You have already grown out of the past pain; you have your own skeletons in the closet. You have to get to know the person, open up to them, and find someone who will accept you as you are. Appreciate yourself and your other half; appreciate what you make each other.
