How did you get over your first love?

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My first love was SHE. Met her at a record store she worked at and after buying the new Radiohead I went back in and gave her my number.  She called a couple days later and we met up at The Gypsy Den for evening tea and then went to the beach to be cliche.  We dated (whatever that means) and she turned me on to the best music I had ever heard.  Elliott Smith, Cat Stevens.  Movies like Harold & Maude and everything by Wes Anderson.  We killed boxes of wine and took care of each other when we were sick.  I was young and she was too and she was my first and I wasn’t hers, but I was okay with that.  When Elliott Smith died I gave her an orchid that she named Elliott and then she cried for the night.  And when she met someone else I realized what I wanted and what she wanted wasn’t the same and that got me drinking more, and once again I went to the beach at night to be cliche.  I loved her, I knew that, and I knew she had to be around.  We stayed friends, very good friends, and she’s been the closest person to me (regardless of distance) for the past 10 years.  She’s beautiful, not in her looks alone (because she’s fucking gorgeous) but in everything she does and touches and effects and says.  She’s vintage perfume and cigarettes and everything I find wonderful.  The point is, love isn’t something you should get over.  It’s too rare a thing to want to forget about.  You can love one and then love another- and I encourage you to.  You won’t get it right the first time, but you’ll get a better understanding of what it is you’re looking for so that when it does come around it comes around bright and certain and exploding with neon arrows pointing.

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How did you get over your first love?
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My first love was SHE. Met her at a record store she worked at and after buying the new Radiohead I went back in and gave her my number.  She called a couple days later and we met up at The Gypsy Den for evening tea and then went to the beach to be cliche.  We dated (whatever that means) and she turned me on to the best music I had ever heard.  Elliott Smith, Cat Stevens.  Movies like Harold & Maude and everything by Wes Anderson.  We killed boxes of wine and took care of each other when we were sick.  I was young and she was too and she was my first and I wasn’t hers, but I was okay with that.  When Elliott Smith died I gave her an orchid that she named Elliott and then she cried for the night.  And when she met someone else I realized what I wanted and what she wanted wasn’t the same and that got me drinking more, and once again I went to the beach at night to be cliche.  I loved her, I knew that, and I knew she had to be around.  We stayed friends, very good friends, and she’s been the closest person to me (regardless of distance) for the past 10 years.  She’s beautiful, not in her looks alone (because she’s fucking gorgeous) but in everything she does and touches and effects and says.  She’s vintage perfume and cigarettes and everything I find wonderful.  The point is, love isn’t something you should get over.  It’s too rare a thing to want to forget about.  You can love one and then love another- and I encourage you to.  You won’t get it right the first time, but you’ll get a better understanding of what it is you’re looking for so that when it does come around it comes around bright and certain and exploding with neon arrows pointing.
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