The First Time

You never can live a first time again. That's what's so special about it. Nothing has come before, so you can’t judge it. It's always the best. How can you ever compare that special feeling you have for that person? You get over the person but you can never get over those deep feelings you had. Every situation that you were in has a memory of how good it was.
Now you must move on, not just living without that person but with the memory of that love. Vivid pictures of how it was are etched in your mind for years to come.
The death of her is complete. Even though the memories of her live on, who she is now, does not. My attraction and feelings toward her are so different. No doubt the time that has passed has caused this change. We could never be the same again. That what happens with time. We change. Either you adapt to each other's change or you move apart. To continue to live I've had to move apart.
She has had a part in making the life I've lead much more. As in every good thing, you never forget. That will live on in my memories.