That’s the tragedy of growing up—knowing you’ll run out of feeling something new for the first time.
The sad thing is you only get so many of those moments—a handful if you’re lucky—and then you spend the rest of yourlife turning them overin your head.
I think that’s why you meant as much to me as you did, why I held on for so long. I didn’t know it back then, but you were the last time I would everfeel anything new.
By Lang Leav
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