Mi Primer Amor Now

So tonight, raise a glass to yours. Whether they are still a friend, a stranger, or just a beautiful memory tucked away in a dusty corner of your mind. Thank them for the lesson.

And there is a sacredness to the first of anything. Mi Primer Amor

I remember the small things more than the big ones. Not the grand gestures, but the way the afternoon sun caught their hair during fifth period. The sound of their laugh from across the hallway before I even saw their face. The gravity that pulled me toward them in a crowded room without my permission. So tonight, raise a glass to yours

And eventually, for most of us, you learn how to say goodbye. Here is the secret about mi primer amor that no one prepares you for: it never really leaves. And there is a sacredness to the first of anything

For that, I am grateful. If I could go back to the sweaty-palmed, nervous version of myself standing at that locker, I wouldn鈥檛 give them a warning. I wouldn鈥檛 say, 鈥淭his ends in tears, so run.鈥�