I always felt like my biggest mistake was letting him go. Letting go of someone I loved more than life, but I was so young. At 17, how much did I know about love? How was it that I felt absolutely every feeling towards him? How was it that he made me feel alive when I felt like I was dying? Now I look back and realize, I knew. I knew how to love. I know what love was because he loved me. And regardless of who comes and goes, that will always be first love. Thanks to him I know to not settle, I know the love I desire. I know the love I deserve.