That moment. That first love.

This is a post dedicated to my very first love. Because at fourteen, I truely loved you.

It didn't work out. :) But the moment, the spark, it still rings clear and true. It etched itself into my teenage brain in the sort of enduring way that i expect will survive through age and fading memory.

So wherever you are, I wish you joy and love and to say that

I remember fourteen-year-old you: beneath the apple tree, baggy cargo pants, loose white tee shirt, outback hat, strumming the guitar on your lap.

And that I've played guitar ever since.

:p