My First Love

My First Love
By: Scarlet Padilla Aranda

Love is a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection, to pleasure. It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. It can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection, so in my next essay im going to talk of the first time that i felt it.
I remember when people told me how good it felt, how you could feel like the happiest and luckiest person on earth, but what people forgot to tell me was the feeling you get after that. Devastated, lonely, depressed; those are just some adjetives to describe how i really feel.
That warm feeling that runs through my body while i stand in a cold room, that only you can make me feel. I have become so dependant of you and you know it, and all you want to do is take advantage of it.
September 22, 2010, I still remember. How can i forget the day that i tried it for the first time? It was early, I could barely wake up, the cold and the fatigue were hunting my soul. The truth is that i had been tempted before but i never got the oppotunity to try it. This craving appeard when i needed him the most so i did it. I tried him for the first time.
To be honest i didn’t like you at first, In fact i felt like i was doing something wrong, but as time passed, I started to like it more and more. It was something different that made me feel like a better person. All the problems that i had dissapeard, or at least, i didn’t think about them while i was with you. I think that was the thing that i most liked about you, because when i was with you everything was perfect.
I promised to myself to never talk about it, It felt weird. Maybe because it was weird for me, that i was not that kind of girl. Eventually i told my friends, they told me that it was a great idea, that it would make me feel good. Why didn’t i listen to my six sense when i wasn’t hoocked up with you? I remember the first months when everything was going so well, you didn’t now how much i loved you. I mean you didn’t feel guilty? Right? Seriously, i was so in love, so much that you became my addiction, i was thinking of you 24/7.
How is it possible that something that feels so good also was killing me?
But in this moment i realize that i still miss you, but when i realized how much pain i was getting, i decided to forget you, to get over you and to erase you forever.