The people we love are thieves. They steal our hearts. They steal our breath. They steal our sanity. And we let them. Over and over and over again.<\/p>\n
They say you never forget your first love.<\/p>\n
Mine was a homeless musician who wandered straight into my soul.<\/p>\n
He was my first everything. And fourteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head.<\/p>\n
He broke all my rules. He also broke my heart.<\/p>\n
I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar. But I was never a fan; just a girl in love.<\/p>\n
Like a tornado, he spiraled, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.<\/p>\n
But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because here I stand, ravaged and ruined, needing it to be true.<\/p>\n
We can’t go back, but I want to. Back to the park. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart.<\/p>\n
I thought I knew everything about him. But I could not have been more wrong.<\/p>\n
He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting.<\/p>\n
And hoping.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Contains mature themes.<\/i><\/p>\n