Where does your First Love go?

People say the Third Love is your last Love. What about the First time you fall in Love? What about the beautiful rush of a summer’s breeze that once touches your lips? How about the first time we starred into an abyss together, and we watched our souls dance into the galaxy? Before you even touched my body, your eyes touched my soul. Deeper than anything else, I knew I was at Home. I miss our voice, the smell of your hair on a summer’s night. How can people say the Third Love is your last Love?