I wrote this poem shorty after my breakup with my first boyfriend. I am a girl who dates not just to date, but for a forever situation. This boy that I was with I had thought was my dream guy. He loved Jesus, I loved Jesus, and we were so happy together. Things were perfect, as they had seemed. But soon, all things went downhill. I never did get the reason why we broke up, why he had changed. He was, and is, a completely different person than the guy I met just a couple months before writing this. He was my first love. I may not have been his but he sure was mine. 

As I look back on our relationship, I have begun to realize that I wasn't truly in love with him. Yes, I had a love for him; but I was so much more in love with the idea of being in love. I was in love with the way he made me feel and the fact that I was in a relationship. I was saddened, heartbroken when we broke up and yes I wish I could go back to those days and live them all over again to take it in one last time (and not take those moments for granted), but it was a blessing that it ended. I missed out on so much by being with him; especially with friendships and school. 

I will always love him. I will always cherish our moments and our relationship. I don't regret anything. But this was a blessing. As I always say, "If it's in God's plan..."