My Favorite Mistake

Remember your first love?

The first person to tell you they loved you? .

The heartbreak of when it all fell to pieces.

Remember crying and thinking you'll never quite love someone to that depth and magnitude ever again?

Mine happen to all be the same person and thanks to Face book, I got to see his wedding photos last week. He looks happy, she has a beautiful smile. I noticed the sadness reflected in his eyes of his deceased parents being there only in spirit.

Jaded? perhaps. Bitter? Oh God, I hope never. Protective of this heart O'mine- ALWAYS.