My First Love: Music

I just realized my first love was never a person. It had rhythms and beats and it always

filled me with nostalgia and ecstasy, coming from an unknown dimension. My first love was

never a person. It helped me pull through exhausting situations I never thought I would

get out of. It helped me stay connected to the good parts of life. The words spoken

accompanied with astonishing sounds made difficult things become out of sight and out of mind,

and all that mattered that moment was how I felt. It had different moods with numerous

meanings, and all I had to do was pick what I wanted. My first love was

never a person. My first love was music.