The Three Loves of Life

Say a person only falls in love three times in their life. The first love usually comes at a young

age. It's reckless, filled with passion, but inexperienced. You grow apart and

call it quits over foolish pride or petty things. Years later, you'll claim that

wasn't real love. But for that version of you, it was everything love could be.

The second love hits hard. This one teaches you lessons and makes you stronger.

You fall even harder than last time, and you get hurt and used because of it.

It hardens you, teaches you to spot wolves in sheep's clothing. You emerge closed

but wiser, knowing exactly what you'll never tolerate again. And then the third: