Everyone seems to have a bucket list these days. Whether it includes swimming with dolphins or finishing that home improvement project, buckets lists have become a way for the ordinary person to aspire to do something extraordinary, a way for the list makers to chase after dreams before kicking the bucket.
A first love is electrifying. It rushes through your veins like fire. It causes your heart to feel like it's on the brink of explosion at any time. It makes you crazy. You have no idea how to contain that craziness. You don't know how to function without it. You don't know how to function with it. There is either an incredible ending to the story, or a heartbreaking one.
Perhaps you think I'm crazy for suggesting anyone let themselves fall into this pit of despair, that I'm an emotional sadist of the worst variety. But darling reader, I assure you I'm not, because eventually something happens to every single person who loves someone who doesn't love them back: they manage to stop being in love.