My first great love was in the end journey of high school. She immediately won my heart. She was very special. She found unknown corners in me until that moment. The relationship was intense but very brief. I promised to come back someday, but I’ve never fulfilled my promise. I hope she will know wait. Her name was always on my mind. (Paris)
I thought I’d never come back to fall in love, but I’ve found another love. I always have everything I need when we’re together. At the beginning I didn’t love her and sometimes she was unpleasant, but step by step I have been discovering her virtues. For the last month we’ve been living together and it has been exciting. She has a lot of different and interesting things. But now I have a different way to go. I promise fidelity. And I will come back often because I won’t be far from her. (London)
But I can’t compare these both loves to the love that one feels to a mother and father. They will always be a part of my life. My mother has watched me grow, laugh, cry, learn, etc. and my father has always been there when I have needed it, that valve of escape. They will always have a place reserved in my heart. I’ll love them forever. I’ll never forget our relationship and it never ends. I’ll go back to visit them often. (Barcelona + La Ginebrosa)
