Writing Challenge: March 10, 2018
Prompt: write something inspired by the line: “this love was never meant to last. I know that now.”
They say your first love is sweetest. I don’t know about that, but I do know that your first love isn’t meant to last; at least mine wasn’t.
Like so many young people we still had that beautiful naivety about relationships and life. I want to be embarrassed by our enthusiasm, but I can’t be ashamed of the passion I once had.
That love was never meant to last, and I know that now. Its short life doesn’t negate its existence- rather, it instills it with the kind of purity nostalgia bestows. There is no bitterness or sadness over what was and what could have been, just amused reminisces.
We aren’t the same people now that we were back then. Time and experience has seen to that. That’s why that love couldn’t have survived. The two teenagers who first fell in-love are now two very different adults. Our love wasn’t meant to last a life-time, but its lesson was. We learned what love was. We learned how it felt, how it could grow, and how it could change. We learned what it takes to nurture it, when to fight for it, and when to let it go.
No- that love was never meant to last. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Bringing Mae Flowers 