the first time I fell in love…

it was magic.

sparks, butterflies, you name it.

it was scary,

because I finally found someone that I never wanted to lose.

it was fun.

nerves, all the firsts, and multiple outfits that were tried on.

it was comfortable.

easy, breezy, and right.

it was real.

no lies, manipulation, or bull…

it was new.

to be loved in a way that I was always taught.

it was special.

the way you look at me and ease my worries.

it was an introduction

to the rest of my life.

to my JDC.

***I do not own the cover image used in this blog post.***

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