There's always a first for something, and you were my first. My first love, my first hate, my first headache, and my first heartbreak. I loved you like no other and you know that fora fact. I would've done anything just to see you smile. I thought we would be together til' the end. Just you and I against the world. Everything was perfect for us. Until our first fight. I honestly don't know what we were fighting about. All I knew wad that we were both ready to give up, but I wasn't letting you go. I fought for you until there was no fight left in me. You realized that the fighting was stupid. Then, we had our first makeup. Things afterwards went pretty smooth. We didn't fight, we never argued, or even disagreed. Though things were going well, I'll never forget the one who ruined it all. Your friend had all the right words to say. It was like you believed her over me. I thought you would just ignore her lies, but you didn't. You didn't remember the love we shared. And downhill our relationship went. We would fight every day about pointless things. I'll never forget the day when you told me you never loved me. That right there ... was my first heartbreak.