The reality and expectations of your first love are muddled by Hollywood’s obsession with happy endings
High school sweethearts
Perfect marriages
Prefect start
But I’m a realist
As much as I dwell in Disney
I know the difference

It starts with a spark
Then fire ablaze
And unknown feeling of desire and haze
An ache in your chest
A sad longing
For her touch, for her love, for her closeness
For her gaze

Then when all falls into play
It’s your perfect dream
Everything you could ever want
Except the distance between
She does everything you’d want in a lover
Everything you need
Never having to ask
For the bare minimum, indeed

But people change
And so does life
You see true colors
That might turn to mites and lice
The fire gets dimmer each...