What I know to be love—will it feel the same in years to come? My first and only love enveloped me in a whirlwind of romance, whimsy, and dreamy allure—things I’d only ever fantasized about before. Yet, beneath it all lingered a sensation that made me question whether I truly deserved it. What I once called butterflies, or the experience of “soul ties,” could easily be relabeled as manifestations of insecurity and anxiety. That is, if I were jaded. But I choose not to be.
I choose to believe the love I felt was real, true, and filled with all the magic my youthful heart could dream of.
Still, it begs the question: as insecurities fade, does love shift alongside them? Is what we call love shaped by the vulnerabilities we carry, or does it transform into something equally profound as we grow?
Can the same love ever find us twice?
Avril Song 